BECKY MORRIS
I couldn't get warm. The damp felt like it was soaking into my core, invading every inch of me. I wanted to curl up and cry, but I wouldn't give my captors the satisfaction of that. The key in the lock made me sit upright, on edge. It was him again. This time, he came all the way in. Joining me on the lumpy, thin mattress. "What do you want?" I asked Sharply. He snickered, clearly not put off by my tone. "I thought that you might like some company," he said. "What I would like is to get the f**k out of here and go home!" I told him. He was taken aback for a moment. "Well-that wasn't very lady like was it? We will have to do something about that," he said. I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. I was locked in a dingy, damp cell with nothing to pass the time but m
