Kaela
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My eyes fluttered open, my vision swimming. The acrid scent of the cell hit my nose, that ugly scent of sweat and piss that made me wish for death with each breath.
A sharp wince tore through mt throat, as I lurched to a sitting position. My stomach burned with a gnawing pain from where I had been hit multiple times by the guards.
“I told you,” One of the slaves said, “I told you that impossible to escape from here.”
I drew back, until my back pressed against the metal hard which felt colder than I remembered.
“We are trapped here, at least until they buy us.” She rubbed her nose with her fingers that were just a filthy as mine. “But that’s just another hell waiting for us.” Her voice was thin.
I snorted. “I’ve only been caught five times, I’ll definitely succeed the sixt
