Aftermath, Part 4

This is a series, however I’m writing the timeline of events a little randomly. (Sorry about that!)

Current reading order should be Part 1; Part 2, Part 4 then Part 3.

Fuck she was tired, and cold. The metal that kept her kneeling had worn blisters in her skin, and the icy cell floor scraped against her exposed knees. 

When was the last time she ate? Or drank something for that matter. Her throat felt scratchy and sore, every breath a wall of sandpaper sliding up and down her throat.

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