#scvlocation: cells

[songbirdjoleneswanwater-blog1]

“H-Hey...” Jolene called out, hoping that a kind soul was nearby. “Do... Do you have any water? Or some whiskey or vodka? My throat and sides are killing me...” They still looked bruised up from the guards that beat her up earlier for defending another slave. The blind siren was beyond thirsty but had the feeling that the guards would rather let them become dehydrated than give them something to drink.

[doctorspencerwilliams-blog1]

Getting jumped by the guards after leaving the bathroom was not something that Spencer would consider to be “fun”. They accused him of being a part of the escape plan, that he had helped the other slaves leave. He couldn’t defend himself, couldn’t say that he had no part of it. God, did he want to die. He was sitting on the floor of a cell, hearing footsteps come near him. He looked up at the person, knowing fully well that he looked like more of a mess than usual, and gave the person a forceful smile before looking down at the floor. His entire body hurt but he kept his tears and soft whimpers to himself.