There was a cot in one corner with a thin, foul-smelling mattress stained with suspicious spots and a gray military-issue blanket like the one Kenny used on his bed in the Home. There was also a combination sink and commode in the opposite corner, the worst humiliation of all humiliations. There was a water tap on the top of the commode, but Sarah couldn't bring herself to drink from it, no matter how thirsty she felt. She couldn't stop thinking it was toilet water.Her butt was numb from the cold floor and her legs were painfully cramped from being cuffed and restrained. She was still clad in undies and a frayed sweatshirt. Her captors hadn't bothered to give her pants. They had taken the cuffs off her wrists, but there was still a strong, polymer cable looped around her ankles several times and locked tightly with a combination lock. She had tried liked mad to get the cable off her ankle without success. Without her legs, she had no speed, not that she had anyplace to run to inside the cell.
