Cami was feeling sore. She had been locked up in the tall bird cage for over a month. She tried to move around as she could in the cage. It did allow her to stand, but she couldn't stretch her legs out while laying down. Terri had given her a blanket and pillow. She didn't let her wash herself.
Her hair was oily and greesy looking. She could see her reflection in the plastic mirror hanging on the cage, it was left there for the bird that had used the cage once. She was losing weight, her baby belly was more pronounced. She had a bed sore on her hip, it was red and tender. She tried to avoid laying on that side.
Cami felt feverish. She knew it would be futile to tell Terri. She wanted to kill her baby anyway. She was sweating now. She sat down and began to shiver, feeling so sick.
Terr
