Chapter 60: Get to Know Your Cellmate

Riley

Fluorescent lights blurred my vision as I woke. I groaned and turned, something hard beneath me. A shooting cramp spasmed in my hip and my neck from sleeping on the stone floor. I squinted at the bars on the cell door. Still a hell of a way up to the locking system. At least I could still do calisthenics and get my muscles stronger and attempt the climb again. I wouldn't give up. Even if I had to do two hundred planks, push-ups, sit-ups, and squats to reach the top, I would every day.

Aside from the tech on the bars and the lights, this place looked like a medieval dungeon. My stomach knotted at why I was here and what they were going to do to me.

I prayed all this was a nightmare and I'd wake up for real and be back home in my apartment. I rubbed at my neck, wishing I had my handheld heated massager. The coldness of the prison's stones seeped into my bones and all I wanted was a hot bath, a good book, and a glass of wine.