The sound of whistling let us know someone was fixing to enter our cell, stopping any further conversation we would be having. “Kyra, please, you don’t need to protect me. Stand behind me,” I pleaded as she once again stood in front of me. Like before, she completely ignored me. Devin’s puppet walked in holding one plate of food and a water bottle, “So, Devin said the two of y’all can decide who gets to eat,” he smirked as he set it on the floor and left. Once we knew he was gone, Kyra ran over and grabbed the food. There wasn’t much on there; they made sure it wouldn’t be enough for both of us, hell, it really wasn’t even enough for just one person, but it would be enough to hold Kyra over until the next time they brought some.
“Here, take a drink,” Kyra told me as she held the bottle t
