Zephyr's POV
The basement was worse than Jordan's apartment. In there, although I was locked up, he still fed me and treated me like I was something but in here, I was nothing.
The concrete floor was cold against my skin with no bed just a thin, scratchy blanket that did nothing against the cold seeping up from the ground. Twenty other girls were crammed into a space meant for half that number. The air was thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, fear, and despair.
We didn't speak much because fear kept us quiet but I saw it in their eyes, it was the same worn out look I'd seen in the mirror at Jordan's place. The look of someone who'd given up.
I wouldn't give up. Not yet.
But god, it was hard.
The first night, I stayed in a corner, pulling the blanket tight around my shoulders. My
