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We were all pushed into a cell very aggressively. It was dark outside already, so the first thing that happened was everyone fighting over the benches to sleep on. I grabbed the last one that was free in the women's cell. It shared a wall of metal bars with the men's cell, but I wasn't concerned about that.
For some reason, the tall stranger leaning against the back wall made me feel safe.
"Move, bitch! That's my bench." I looked over and saw two guys the size of Liam, arguing for the bench on the other side of the bars from me.
"Fuck off! You don't want to mess with me. Walk away!" I chuckled at his comeback. What are they, three?
I laughed from where I was stretched out on the bench against the bars to the men's holding cell.
"You could just share." My sarcasm dripped from every word. Compared to the three women in my cell who each got their own bench, their cell had at least a dozen guys. Both men looked at me like I was crazy, then they laughed
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