Chapter 35. About Damn Time

Doris's POV

There was somebody else here?

I've been here for so long and I had never noticed another person in the prison with me. I sat up, struggling to move. Every ounce of movement caused another shot of pain to surge through my body and cripple me back to the ground.

"Don't try to move too much," he said. "You lost a lot of blood."

I peered around the dark prison, unsure of who was speaking. He sounded like an older gentleman.

Why hadn't he spoken until that moment?

He walked out of the shadows; he was in the cell in front of mine, I gasped as he came into view. He had a likeness about him, but I couldn't pinpoint where I recognized him. I don't think I have ever met him before, but I couldn't help but think that I slightly recognized him.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said hoarsely, as I crawled toward the cell bars, collapsing to the ground in pain.

"I said don't try move too much," he said again, louder.

I sighed, f