#Chapter37
Sitting up straight Rosalyn inspected her injuries praising herself for remembering to curl up in a ball as to not sustainable too much damage to her ribcages.
/"That hurt like a motherfucker/" Rosalyn cursed as she adjusted her body to a sitting position
After examining herself Rosalyn looked at the keys she took from Kevin and smiled, she considered loosing her shackles and booking it out of her cell until it dawned in her that she had no idea where she was or the layout of the building she was in, it would be a waste to escape only to get caught again and they would know she had the key.
The man in the cell across the room groaned, waking from his unconscious state he rolled onto his side causing him to lean against the silver bars of his cage
/"Fuck!!/" He hissed in pain as he shot up from the ground
