silkysalspam1-50037545
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The cell is small and dimly lit. The air inside is stale and musty. There are two bunks against one wall, with a single bench in front of the other wall. I sit on the floor, my back pressed against one of the bunks, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. My hands are cuffed behind me, and there's a metal chain connecting them to the wall. The orange prison uniform is itchy against my skin, but I'm too tired to care right now. I gaze down at my feet, watching as dust motes dance in the faint light that filters through the bars.