Gunner POV
As much as I don't like taking women down to the cells, Cora requested to see him, and there was little I could do about changing where he was being held. I doubt he will live to leave the cells.
Cora looked around as we headed down the stairs and the long passageway to the cell right at the end. There's no natural light down here; there are a few small pipes for ventilation, too small for someone to crawl into and not visible from outside, and it's at the top of the wall, almost at the ceiling, so no one can reach them to try to make the holes bigger. Somehow, no sound travels outside. I don't know how it works; I know it does, and it's been tested more than once to confirm that no one can hear pleas for help or screams of pain.
The guards nodded as I moved by, glancing at
