Samira had waited for this moment for a long, long time. To be able to stand and face her monster in his raw cold form. To look him in the eye and ask, why? Was there something abominable she did to merit being cast aside in the worst possible way? To lose two loves of her life without so much as an explanation. Had she been too greedy to believe the darkness would somehow bring her to the light?
Earlier on, the coloured woman that brought her here was kind enough to spare her a cigar. She was no fan of smoking, but it gave her something else to focus on in this empty room. At least the cell was a closed one, with no bars, just a full metal gate with a small space for peeping outside the cell. It must be where the worst offenders are kept, but she was fine with it. She crushed the rest of
