Chapter 46. Bella POV

I knew exactly where I was before they took the bag from my head in the pitch black of night. Cells all have the same distinct smell of unwashed and abandoned. The huge men had carried me kicking and screaming towards whichever building they were now holding me in.

I hadn’t slept a wink all night, just sat perfectly still on whatever bench they had left me on. My hands were shackled to the wall so I couldn’t remove the linen bag. To my distress I had discovered that moving or thrashing too quickly made the air in the bag too hot, causing me to retch as my body tried to escape its confinement.

The hours had slowly dragged on, every sound in the distance, a clinking of keys, a door slamming sent all my nerves leaping skywards. It seemed at any moment I was going to be roughly grabbed and given the justice this mob of lunatics deemed fit.

I sensed it was dawn through the lightening of my vision, though all I could see was brown canvas. It was better tha