My nose burned. The smell was horrid. I opened my eyes to a sight I was all to familiar with. A stone floor, scattered with filth, greeted me. Rats scampered across the area right beside my head. I took a breath and coughed, the air was terribly polluted and stale. I sat up, my clothes and what skin was exposed was cavered in a layer of grime and dirt. My eyes burned from the toxic air. Footsteps, somebody was coming to my cell.
I crawled on my hands and knees to the corner that was shrouded in shadow. The footsteps grew louder I squashed myself up against the wall, my knees brought up to my chest. I was tired of the pointing, the laughing. When they spoke to me they spoke as if speaking to an animal. The footsteps stopped they’d reached my cell.
“Come here.” The guard I knew as Hauliffe barked. I didn’t move, I was cemented to the floor. “I said come here!” He moved, covering the distance in three long strides. He grabbed my arm, jerking me from the ground, he drug me into the torch-lit hallway.