Wendy POV
'Get up and come with me,' a guard demanded. This guard always looked down her nose at me as if I was below her. How dare she! It could have been more pleasant. Wait until I get out of here, and I will track her down and give her a lesson she will not forget for treating me so badly.
I was taken out of my dingy cell and marched unceremoniously to an interview room. The inmates mocked me as I walked by. I wondered what was going on, as I was not expecting visitors. The lawyer said he would see me again after the trial unless there was some new development. Could he have been here and found a loophole? I was suddenly keen on getting to the meeting room and finding out what the lawyer found.
The guard put me in a room and left me in chains. I hate that they do that. I am not a v
