A bolt opening woke me up. I must have cried myself to sleep. I quickly wiped my face, that is the last time I cry and show weakness. They aren't going to break me, I am going to escape from here. Not sure how or when, but I will.
"Did you eat?" Someone inquired. They were stood in the shadows but I could tell by their voice it was a woman. I didn't respond so the figure came closer. I strained my eyes in the darkness and a breath caught in my throat... Malia.
Sure she was older, but she still looked exactly the same as before. I growled and shoved my foot against the bar. "Aw, is someone angry?" She snickered. "I should be angry, you killed my brother." She snarled. I cackled maniacally. "Your brother's death wasn't my fault." I tittered. She darted forward and snarled at me, she squatt
