The Prison
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As the prison door slammed shut my heart felt as though it had dropped into a bottomless pit, just like a coin being tossed into a never ending well. The putrid stench of the cell was awful. The cell wasn't the smallest of rooms, yet it wasn't the biggest either. I turned my head to look at a blood stained wall in the corner of my eye. I thought to my self that someone may have been tortured in the cell that I has been pressurised into. There was but little light being thrown into the cell by a hole in the wall, roughly the same size as a British pound coin. The temperature of the room caused me to drip sweat, like a dripping tap. I was anxious to know why I was in the cell alone, because on the journey to this cell all the cells I has...


