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Chapter 47 - Behind Cell Doors

(Chris's POV)

My wrists ache so bad and I'm just so tired. The chains are tight around my wrists and they hold my arms up high above my head, against the cold stone wall. I've lost all feeling in my arms from not being able to move them.

I sit on the wet floor, the only noise in this cell being dripping water from I don't know where. The stones on the wall scratch at my back and I'm sure I'm bleeding. I'm still wearing the same clothes. My blood mixes with all the blood of the rogues I killed. The stench is so strong.

I'm so cold and I can't stop shaking. I cough uncontrollably, almost choking on my saliva. I'm sure I've developed a fever in this hell hole.

I can hear their heavy boots thumping on the ground. They stop at the other prisoners' cells, barging in and doing their daily routine. I've been here for a week and I'm already accustomed to the routine.

No one has tried to attempt in rescuing me. I haven't even heard anyone's voice other than the guards and the occasional investigations from Giovanni. I haven't been let out of my chains not even once. My heart literally feels shredded with all this distance apart from Don. I can feel our bond stretching on a thin rope.

When Giovanni comes, he throws the same question at me, hoping that being locked up will break me. Everytime he comes, he seems to get colder and colder if it's even possible. He asks me about the whereabouts of Anne. I'm not even completely sure I know where she is and he keeps pounding me with questions non-stop.

The boots come closer to my cell and the door bursts open. I find the power to lift my tired eyes to see them. Two huge werewolf patrols stand in front of me. No emotion is on their faces, they stay stern. One of them kneels down in front of me with a tray of food.

On the tray, it looks like a cold blob of snot. I'm already sick with a snotty nose, headache, sore throat, and shivers. Seeing this "food" makes me feel nauseous. I know that eating this will make me feel worse and I'll throw up.

"It's time for you to eat." The first day I got here, I was a little hopeful that they'd let me out of my chains to eat, but they didn't. They just force the food down your throat and whatever you swallow is up to you.

"I don't want any of that. Just give it to the next prisoner," I tell them with my weak and raspy voice. I know giving them orders is a really bad idea, but I'm just so tired.

"We don't take orders from prisoners," the other one says. I watch as the one squatting in front of me looks back at the other guy. It seems they're communicating. "Feed it to her," he tells him and I guess that's the command he was waiting for.

I close my mouth tight in disobedience. They can't force me to eat. I'd rather starve than eat that crap.

He puts the tray down and tries to force my mouth open. I move and wiggle and try kicking away from him. My back keeps hitting the wall behind me, making more scratches on my back, but it didn't stop me from kicking.

The other guy comes from nowhere and his fist raises. I close my eyes in fear, knowing he's about to pummel his fist down on me.

I feel his knuckle connect with my jaw. My neck snaps from the force and my head hits the wall behind me. I let out a raspy cry. My jaw feels broken and with my mouth now open, they force the food into my mouth.

"That's how you get the job done," the guy that punched me says. I choke on my food they keep forcing in my mouth. I can feel the spoon hit the back of my mouth repeatedly.

I start to gag, but they don't seem to notice. Eventually, everything they forced into me comes back out in a river of vomit. It gets all over their pants and shoes, and I can't help but be proud of myself.

They look up at me with disgust and hatred. Their reaction only make my smile wider.

"You should have listened to me. I just want a fucking shower and some real sleep. Just leave me the hell alone," I scream at them, pulling at my restraints.

I watch as a filthy smile spreads on the lead guard's face.

"You heard the girl, Phil. Go grab the hose." My blood freezes. The Phil guy rushes over to a big hose and I start to panic.

"No, no, no! I'm sorry. Please, don't do this." He chuckles at my fear while I try to get out of my chains. He stands in front of me with the giant hose.

"Give her a proper bath." The hose turns on and I'm immediately hit with a storm. Water shoots up nose, my bangs against the stones, and it feels like my skin is being peeled off.

"Stop," I can hear someone say from the other side of the cell door. "What are they doing to her? I come back from a business trip and I hear my niece has been arrested and my daughter is nowhere to be found! Why was I not informed? There needs to be a trial. She's not a criminal."

I can hear the muffled voice of Anne's father. Yay, someone came for me, but I'm pretty sure it's too late. He can't save me. I already feel like I'm drowning.

"Chris! Chris can you hear me! Open this door! Tell them to stop!" I hadn't even noticed the water has been cut off. The noise is all muffled, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I'm pretty sure I'm having a seizure.

I just hope Anne finds this witch soon.