Logan's POV
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I woke up with a groan. My whole body feeling weak and heavy, with me lying against the hard cold floor. I raised my head slightly, trying to figure out where exactly I was, as the room was somewhat dark with only a faint light filtering in from the hallway.
My nostrils was immediately attacked by an awful smell. I was sure it was coming from within the room as it has a mixture of pee and dry human blood. Something gross had happened here, I was sure.
I dragged myself into a seating position on the floor with my back against the wall, only then was I able to realize where I truly was. I was locked up in the same cell we used to hold our prisoners captive before executions.