I bawled my eyes out the whole way there. Alpha Zion, in all his grace, graciously carried me to the cell and unceremoniously chucked me in. I landed on my poor arm, which was already bent, and let out another agonizing cry. Then, to add insult to injury, I heard the cell door slam shut and lock behind me. Ouch, talk about pain! It was like being subjected to pure torture.

My bones were making unsettling sounds, and my skin was changing color.

Every little thing hurt like ...