Brabble of 100+ words

She threw herself at the heavy metal walls. Let me out! She raged. She threw herself again against the steel walls. The walls of her own mind. They had trapped her. There was no way out, no doors, no windows. She curled her hands into fists and pounded on the walls. I am the master of this mind! You can not trap me! She yelled. She stopped for a moment, trying to think, to create a loop hole to get out. No! She screamed suddenly. You can’t take creativity from me! She slammed her shoulder against the walls imprisoning her mind. She could feel her physical body, lying unmovable while she fought this. She snarled and hit the walls again. She pounded the unyielding walls futilely. She stopped fighting the one-sided battle and slumped down, leaning against the cold, forbidding walls. No, no, not this. Who am I without creativity? You can’t take that from me! But her argument was half-hearted. The cold of the walls seemed to mock her, reminding her that it could take control. And it did.