Prompt: Judgment
When Rose was recovering from the gunshot wound that almost took her life, she spent quite a bit of time imagining what she would do to Tasha Ozera if she were given the chance. The punishment she'd inflict varied from day to day, but one key factor never changed—it was always extremely violent, ranging from a slow pain filled torture session to feeding her to a group of starving Strigoi. However, on the day of Tasha's sentencing, all her bloodlust for vengeance faded away with four little words.
Life imprisonment in Tarasov.
Thinking about her visit to the dismal, hope forsaken prison, Rose felt something she never in a million years would have expected to feel in relation to the woman who had framed her for murder and shot her—a rush of overwhelming pity, so powerful that it brought tears to her eyes. As she stood in the courtroom, her eyes locked on Tasha's horrified expression, the memory of her first glimpse of the free-spirited woman laughing with snowflakes in her hair as she skated around the pond flashed through her mind, and Rose realized that the court's judgment was a hundred times worse than anything she could have ever come up with on her own. She bowed her head, hiding away the tears that broke free and slid down her cheeks, not wanting to explain that she was crying for the memory of a woman she'd once respected and considered a friend.