Karla's P.O.V
I placed my hand in front of my nose and mouth, holding back the bile that had risen to my throat. These cells weren't meant to give comfort to the prisoners here, but I silently cursed myself at least the place could be made to smell better if I couldn't stand the smell. How could they?
Adina stirs on the bed slightly but doesn't say anything. She hasn't even lifted her head to look at us yet... my heart throbs again... f**k it. I hate this. Slowly, I moved closer to her bed and knelt down beside it... I eyed the floor and cursed myself again. The ground is wet, and I am not sure if it water or piss.
"Adina?"
I called her again. This time she turned her head and looked at me, as if her eyes had finally focused... her eyes grew wide and her face was filled with terror.
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