Mya's pov:
It's been two weeks now. I have welt marks all over my skin from whatever the hell I'm wearing. My wrists and ankles are red and irritated from the shackles. A guard came and opened my cell door. He pushed a bowl toward me. "Eat." He said as he slammed the door closed. I crawled over on my knees and took the bowl. I saw maggots crawling around inside my food. I started to pick them out. The prisoners were given leftover slop. That's what we get three times a day. After I picked out the maggots, I used my hands to scoop the food into my mouth.
"Today's menu of make-believe gourmet meal is... waffles," Chastity said sarcastically.
"I say eggs and bacon." I chimed in.
Chastity has been my only companion down here. It keeps me sane. After I ate, I had to pee. I never used th
