The Shego Cell

Kim and Shego sat in a cell with stainless steel walls, ceiling, and floor all polished into mirrors. Shego was in an orange jumpsuit; Kim was wearing her white battle suit. An infinity of reflections of the two of them, the little bed, and the toilet, stretched off four horizontal directions, above and below.

“They finally figured out a way to hold me,” Shego said. “I can’t blast out. It just reflects till it hits me. I have to look at what a mess I’ve become, all the time. Do I deserve this? You probably think I do.”

“Not anymore,” Kim said.

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from my new story, "Shego's Baby" part two.

This [link] is to part one.
This [link] is to part two.