Charity shivered as she curled up against the wall as tightly as she could, her arms wrapped around her legs trying to hold in any of the warmth of her body. Justin had stopped answering her days ago, if she hadn't heard his barking cough regularly she would have worried he had died.
Hazel had returned multiple times over the weeks, bringing them food, each time begging Justin to reject her, each time he refused. The guards would then come, drag him from his cell and away from her hearing, he would return hours later, sometimes unable to stand and being carried by his arms across the floor before being flung unceremoniously into his cell and left whimpering quietly. Each time she begged him to tell her what had happened to him he would reply 'it's nothing Char, don't worry about it'.
