Delaney

The cell was dark, save for the dim lamp that was mounted on an aluminium post just outside. The damp flooring and leaking cracked walls had me freezing up, so much so that my skin was covered with goosebumps. The strong stench of rust and ammonia clung to every breath I took, making me sneeze until I couldn't anymore.

I stared at the cell door, the dried blood smeared on some of the vertical bars telling a story of torture. My heart constricted at the mere imagination of my blood being next to be spilt in the dark cell, making my stomach churn. I didn't know how long I...