Cuco’s pov;
I didn’t know how long I had stayed in here, but it felt like months. After the incident at the infirmary, they had dragged me without remorse, throwing me into a cell and leaving me with one word.
“Solitary.”
Every breath hurt, as though something inside me was wrong and my head throbbed whenever I blinked.My mouth was dry, my tongue felt too big and sweat soaked my clothes, sending chills down my spine until my teeth chattered.
I dragged myself to the wall and leaned against it, sitting up because lying flat made it even more harder to breathe.
And that was when I heard the voices. It was hazy at first and unclear and so, I thought of it as a memory.
After all, having being in here for a long time, my brain must’ve searched for a familiar sound as a way to cope.
“You
