No AudioI slumped onto the cold, hard bunk. This cell, a cramped box, offered no comfort. Just four walls, dim light filtering from a tiny, high window. Every breath I took echoed the silence, a constant, heavy reminder of my confinement. My numb finger traced the rough texture of the wall, counting the scratches – a pointless ritual in this endless wait. Outside, freedom felt like a distant, mocking hum. Inside, only the heavy, trapped beat of my own heart.
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