Fallen Princess

Blair’s POV

It was freezing.

I sat in the corner of the cell, arms wrapped around my knees, trying not to let any part of me touch the floor. The mattress was thin and smelled like mildew. The toilet reeked. My back was against the wall, legs pulled tight to my chest. I kept breathing through my mouth, but even that didn’t help. The whole place smelled like piss and bleach and something rotten.

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