Music Recommendation: Be my Doll- Adrian VonZiegler
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The passage in front of the cell rooms was deserted. Eve could hear the light chatter that belonged to the guards. Some of the prisoners, like her, didn't dare to speak and looked soulless, while a few leaned in front of the cell, holding the rusted iron bars. There was a look of thirst and violence in their eyes, and they snickered looking at her.
One of the prisoners whistled at Eve, "What is your name?"
But Eve didn't respond. She heard another man comment, "Judah was lucky to be placed next to your cell, but he didn't know how to treat a woman."
