Neve POV
I was pacing the small floor space of my glass prison feeling agitated and extremely restless. It felt like I was slowly going insane. I have decided that the non-stop classical music they keep playing on repeat was a form of torture. It had to be. Who even likes this crap anyway? If it was supposed to keep me calm, it was having the opposite effect. Blare some Two Feet or FKA Twigs and I would mellow the F out but this? No. Every time it ended, there would be about 5 seconds of blissful silence and each time I would pray to the goddess that it was over or they would play something else. But then it would start again and again and again.
I couldn’t even think straight anymore with the stupid high-pitched melodies filling my brain. I slammed my cuffed fists against the transpare
