Morgan's POV
I can't believe I let this happen to her.
I need to think of something. I don't want her to get hurt.
I don't know why I'm obsessing about her so much, I've only known her for a day. I need to get some sleep. I'll need energy tomorrow.
I trudge into my room, skipping dinner and not saying goodnight. I close the door, then I push my desk in front of the door. Nobody's getting in.
I start to get ready for bed. I start to undress, unbuttoning my gray shirt. I glance at my mirror, seeing the rope I have tied tightly under my arms, and around my back and chest. I find the knot and untie it. A pair of ash gray wings spread out, free. There's rope burns on my skin. I sigh, throw on a huge black t shirt and flop into bed.
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I wake up, bright and early and follow my morning routine. I bind my wings down with rope, then I get dressed in the ususal outfit- a dark gray button-up and black skinny jeans. I roll up my sleeves, yank a brush through my hair, move my shelf back, then start walking to work.
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I walk down the corridor, giving the prisoners their daily meal. I also give them each a carton of chocolate milk that I snuck in. It's the least I can do for them.
I finally make it to the cell on the end, where Axel is staying. I notice they put Audrey in there as well. Both of their faces brighten. I give them each their meals and a carton of chocolate milk. Axel smirks and starts to drink.
"Audrey," I whisper, diverting her attention from the milk. She looks up at me. I take out my notebook, wrote down a quick paragraph, then toss it to her. I grab their cartons and trays then head out.
