Chapter Thirteen
Cassie stooped uncomfortably. Her wrist cuffs were attached to a large wooden pillar that stood about three feet tall and a foot square in width and depth. It wasn’t the height of the pillar that bothered her. Her cuffs were fixed on a short chain, hands palm-up, and this put stress on her shoulders while pressing her knuckles against the rough wood.
She figured, though, it wouldn’t take long for her comfort level to drop even further. Because this was her appeal hearing.
“s**t,” Gina had said when they came to collect her from the cage. “You mean you actually appealed the sentence? Don’t you know what they do to you in the hearing?”
Well, no, she didn’t. And now it was too late to take advice on it.
The concrete floor was cold on the soles of her feet and cool air pu
