While Cherry was inside of her cold and damp cell alone, the almost constant background noise of screams suddenly stopped.
'They're done early…' Usually, the screams would last much longer, but from when they began this morning until now, not much time had passed.
Suddenly she heard the steady rhythm of approaching steps that echoed throughout the corridor, and for the first time, they stopped in front of her room.
The sound of a chain latch being removed and the door unlocked, echoed ominously in the room, and was still extremely clear over her heavy breathing.
The cell door creaked open, flooding Cherry's dim, damp prison with the harsh light of the corridor outside. She instinctively shielded her eyes with a trembling hand, the sudden brightness searing after days of complete darkness. A cold gust swept in, carrying with it the sharp, metallic scent of blood and harsh chemicals.
