“Who is the fresh meat?” a deep voice said. I turned around to see who was in the cell with me. The inner part of the cell was completely dark and I could not see a thing. The cell had two beds and a single water closet. The water closet was full to its brim with human waste and the stench that rose from it was bad. It brought tears to my eyes.
“Who’s there?” I asked nervously. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room and I could now see the silhouette of a woman on the bunk. She jumped down from the bunk bed and my jaw fell open. Whoever this person was she had to be well over seven feet and built like a weightlifter. There was no way this was a woman.
“Look who we have here.” The voice said as the owner approached me. “A rich city girl.”
The woman stepped into the light and
