Chapter 2
Sophia
I had no idea how much time had passed since the disgusting suit guy had been in my cell, when the door opened again. The Musclehead was back. This time a grumpy-looking lean middle-aged woman accompanied him. She was carrying a tray, which she placed on the floor by the door before hurrying out of the cell again.
"Stop," I shouted, as the Musclehead was about to close the door again.
"What happens to me now? Why did you take pictures of me? What do you want...?" My questions were cut off when the door fell loudly into the lock and the bolt was pushed forward again from the outside.
Angry and frustrated I ran the few steps to the door and drummed against it. I screamed and raved, but nobody came back. At some point I let myself slide to the ground exhausted and stared
