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Divided by a beam of light from the small opening, Faris watches Miya have blistering cold water thrown over her again from the opposite cell.

"Please stop, why do you keep doing this?"

Faris asks, crushing the flaked paint over rusted bars.

Tears of anger roll down Faris's cheek.

Standing in front arms wide.

"Whatchu gunn do bout it?"

Challenges the scrawny bag of bones.

Faris reaches through the bars but his hand falls short.

"Come closer!"

The guy laughs and goes back up the stairs.

Miya is lying on the floor, crying in the puddle, arms wrapped around herself. Faris's brows curve upwards as the fire in his heart has nobody to burn but himself.

Miya looks through the bars and softly asks

"Please,..tell me something about your wife,..something to distract me from the cold,.. it hurts so much."

Barely able to string the sentence together as her body chatters vigorously.

"What can I say except that I love her? She is the mother of our child, my friend and the one I'll be with
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