Locked in Lies

~Raina~

The bench was cold.

It was a flat, solid slab of stainless steel bolted directly into the concrete wall of the holding cell. The air in the small space smelled heavily of industrial bleach, old sweat, and the damp, musty odor of wet wool. I sat with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my knuckles white, staring at the grey steel bars in front of me. I didn't move.

I didn't want to shift my