Fixer POV
It didn't worry me, entering this cell alone, I needed this, even if I don't get answers, it would be good for me to see her stuck here, until she died, they won't feed them or give them water, if she doesn't die from her wounds, she will die of starvation. Both sound good to me. I am not a sadistic person, but right now, you might reconsider that assumption.
The room was exactly as I had envisioned it, although a little larger. Cricket was in a high-backed chair, chained so that she couldn't move a muscle. Her eyes were closed, her face bruised, her shirt torn, barefoot, and her hair a mess, already a pool of urine on the ground, and it smelled bad in here.
The Guard moved to the chair and slapped her hard across the face. Her head flung to the side, and she yelped in shock,
