(Gotcha!)
Farah felt a shudder pass through her as she was stopped at the cell right beside the crazy woman's. Lovely, she couldn't help but think. Before she knew what was happening, her hands were free, but she was inside the cell with the door shutting soundly behind her.
Her eyes followed his instructions as he spoke from her new bed, to the sink and toilet, to the container, then back to the door where she identified the slot. Farah's mouth dropped open immediately once the compartment was open. They would wait for her. Every move she made was cataloged and likely reported back to Mara. The bitch. And exactly what questioning did she have planned for Farah? But at the very least, she was getting out. She did wonder what he meant about this not being her 'permanent' cell block.
Swallowing heavily and choking down a sob, Farah paced over to her bed and slowly changed into her new clothes. To her disdain, they were actually kind of nice. With a sigh, she packed her old, blood-soiled clothes in the container and slid it through the hole in the door. Her eyes pooled with tears, but she dutifully blinked them away. She wouldn't cry here. Farah wouldn't give Mara the satisfaction, especially after telling the villain that she wouldn't be broken. Because she wouldn't be broken.