QUINTON

I throw another bruising punch at the metal bars before stepping back, feeling exhausted to the bone.

Behind me, Gwen tells me, "Stop it, Quint. This isn't going to get us anywhere. You're just exhausting and hurting yourself."

Deep down, I know she's right. I slump on the nearby mattress and watch her from across the cell. The silver anklet she has on, the same as mine, glints even though it's dark and the only source of light is from the tiny window so high up that it's close to ...