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The scent of iron and vomit filled my nose as I rolled my eyes at the prisoners reaching out to me with their too thin and filthy hands.
Like I would help them.
I scoffed loudly, but quickly regretted it as I could now taste the horrible smells in the air.
Absolutely disgusting.
I walked quickly to the second to last cell, or should I call it a pig sty.
" Ugh ." I held my nose as I got closer, it smelt far worse than any of the others.
" Hey, dum dum, you still kicking, or what? " I said
The inside of the cell was dark and foul smelling, with the scent of vomit and piss. How could people live like this ?
Quite personally it would be better for anyone who got put in here to off themselves as quickly as possible. Once you got thrown down here, no one ever came for you.
Ever .
Well… Almost never, considering I had come for him.
