“Wake up!” growls a male voice, jarring me awake from my forced slumber.
“Huh?” I grumble as I groggily sit up and rub my heavy eyes.
Squeeaaak, the cell door groans as it’s opened. My eyes adjust to see one of the men who dragged me here- the taller one. He opens the door slowly as he drops a container of food onto the floor in front of me; the plastic echoes against the concrete floor as it bounces wildly, almost sending the lid flying off of it.
“Eat,” he orders hatefully as he slams the cell door shut once more. His hands are protected by gloves, not something I noticed before, but he must not be able to touch the bars either. Which would make sense considering what Grams said.
I crawl over a few stances to where the rectangular food container rests. The navy blue lid that locks on
