Ava
I roll over on the hard single-bed and pain shoots from my shoulder blade to my neck from the contorted sleep. I open my swollen eyes and the woman-bird is staring at me fearlessly. I stare back and wonder how someone that looks exactly like me can be so heroic looking. I roll over again and spot a small glass of what looks to be orange juice and a grilled cheese sandwich inside of my little jail. At least he won't starve me to death. I stand up and smooth over my dress, I scrunch my nose as the smell of my own sweat hits the back of my brain. I pat my hair down and it's matted from last night’s struggle and a flood of tears. So much for feeling sexy yesterday. I slowly walk to the glass bars, trying to look through them as much as I can.
After begging and crying with no pride, he k
