The prisoner
A lady reclined at the corner of the cell, her legs drawn up to meet her chest and both her hands wrapped around her knees.
The cell was cold, and her dress was torn and had more dirt than it did before she ended up here. Her black hair draped over her face, she looked mentally deranged.
"Hey, you there! A guard screamed. Micah ignored him, her head facing down.
Just then a rat ran across the cell, making squeaky noises. Micah's breath became etched.
"I am talking to you! The guards screamed, but Micah paid no heed to what he was saying.
"Fine! We will do this the hard way." The guard said before taking out the keys to the padlock of the cell. He opened the cell and stepped in. Micah had her face buried in between her legs, her hair draped over her knees.
The guard was
