Naughty Empires
a woman yelled from the next cell, her voice hoarse from sleep.
“Every damn morning with this shit!” another shouted, banging on the bars.
“Turn that fucking thing off before I shove it up someone’s ass!”
I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. My body still ached from the night before — the rough handling, the unwanted touches, the humiliation of being stripped and processed. The cell was small and bare, with two bunks, a metal toilet, and a sink. Damian was already up, sitting on the bottom bunk, staring at the wall with that same cold, indifferent expression. He didn’t look at me. He never did.