Mya's POV:
It's been two weeks now, and I have had welts all over my skin from whatever the hell I was wearing. My neck, wrists, and ankles were red and irritated from the shackles. A guard came and opened the door to my cell. He pushed a bowl toward me. "Eat," he said as he slammed the door closed. I crawled over on my knees and took the bowl. I saw maggots crawling around inside my food. I started to pick them out. The prisoners were given leftover slop. That's what we were given three times a day. After I picked out the maggots, I used my hands to scoop the food into my mouth.
"Today's menu of make-believe gourmet meal is... waffles," Chastity said sarcastically.
"I say eggs and bacon," I chimed in.
Chastity had been my only companion down here. She kept me sane. After I ate, I
