Drip. Drip. Drip. Water dripped bitterly onto my forehead, and I woke from a forced sleep. I found waking up hard enough to do under normal circumstances, so to find myself curled up on a hard metal floor, iron bars inches from my face, and a smell strong enough to knock an elephant on its ass, made the process almost impossible.
Drip. Drip. Drip. My head was pounding in the back, as though I had been beaten repeatedly with a metal pole. Looking up at the dripping water and realising that I had been anointed by some of the unholiest water on the planet filled my stomach with a sudden urge to vomit. On all fours, I hurried to the edge of my cage and just managed to stick my head through the bars as an ungodly mess of spaghetti, bile, and broccoli spilled from my mouth and splattered across
