Jenny was having trouble sleeping in her cell. It was because of the tortured screams of both men and women alike, while their torturers themselves roared with laughter and amusement.
Jenny tossed and turned, tried to smother herself with her pillow, or tried to remember Emily's unforgettable soft lips, but nothing seemed to drown those voices.
There were many instances when she almost followed the screams in order to kill the bastards who seemed to find enjoyment in the suffering of others, but she stopped herself when an image of Emily coldly looking down on her with disappointment in her gaze appeared in her mind.
She knew if Emily were in her position, the only reason she would try to help those people being raped or tortured would be because they were being too loud—not because of any useless sentiment, especially not when someone she cared about would be in trouble.