Rory POV Trigger warring blood
Waking up in a cell with the scent of thirty-one other females didn't give me a lot of hope. My head throbbed from how hard someone must have hit me. My eyes blurred with vision. I felt around my head and my fingers came away with a light coating of blood and flaked scabs. The ground felt cold and rough like cement. The walls had the same feeling. The door was steel and there was a small doggy door where the food could get slid in. The only light that I could see was the bulb hanging above my head.
I tried blinking to clear my eyes just so I could look around this cell better. There was a blue bucket in one corner. I guess that's where I use the bathroom and a brown wool blanket on the floor. A tray was sitting in front of the doggy door and upon it was a
