Elena’s POV:
The scream sent ice through my veins.
My eyes flung open, my heart hammering against my ribs as the desperate cries of my cellmate filled the suffocating air. Her body thrashed wildly on the cold stone floor, her fingers clawing at the filth as if she were fighting something invisible.
“No! Please!” she sobbed, her voice cracking with terror. “Don’t—don’t touch me! I’ll do anything, just—”
My stomach twisted.
I scrambled to her side, shaking her shoulders. “Hey! It’s okay! Wake up, it’s just a dream!”
She didn’t respond, only trembled harder. Her breath came in frantic gasps, her face drenched in sweat.
I hesitated for a second before pulling her into my arms. She stiffened, but then—like a dam breaking—she collapsed into me.
She sobbed against my should
