Cara held her breath as she watched the man slink into Bradley’s cell. He strode in with an evil swagger in his step, the heels of his expensive wing-tipped shoes making a clacking echo against the cold, metal walls.
As Cara stared at Bradley's blood-caked face, her whole body vibrated with anger. She had felt hatred before, but it was nothing like the fire burning in her belly right now. She wanted to see this horrible man suffer.
Cara knew she had to stop these people if it was the last thing she did. She wasn’t physically capable of fighting them right now, but she did have one skill that could bring this whole place down. And she was going to use it. So she pulled the phone out of her pocket and began taking photos, though it wasn’t easy to get a good shot through the slots of the
