Wintent shot up when Charles was thrown in the cell with her. He was sniffing with dried tears on his face. "Charles are you ok!?" She asked worried. He just shook his head no. Wintent pulled him into a tight hug as he cried.
Carmella leaned her head up against the wall and closed her eyes, attempting to sleep. Her hair felt greasy and mangled and the damp rooms made her shiver. Whatever happened to Charles, she hoped it wouldn't happen to her... whatever they were doing.