Justin’s POV
The sound of the baring horns woke me from sleep early this morning. I whined and yawned loudly before I turned to look through the small cell window.
“The cold here could kill someone,” I said the words and looked through the window to find the men marching.
They were all dressed in their leather straps and as I watched them I missed the days where life had a genuine meaning.
I began to hear muffled sounds and cell doors being opened. The prisoners maybe worse than me were being removed and taken to the activities that awaited them for the day.
“Out!” I heard a guard scream in front of my own door.
I flinched at the sound of the door being opened. I watched in dismay as he came and pulled me by the hand.
As usual, we went into the bathroom and it was a quick bath sess
