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My hands pressed against cold, glass bars. I turned my back to him, looking out the window. "If you try to break out, the glass will shatter all over your skin," he warned with a half-caring smile. I laughed for a little bit, not truly concerned. I looked around inside my crystallized prison. Everything was flourished absolutely perfectly, though marred by some feeling of confinement that I couldn't place my hand on. Everything was so cold, like the breeze in the early autumn mornings. However, in the prison, there was no feel of life whatsoever. But, have no doubt, my new prison was beautiful. It spoke of promises of forever and gentlene