Yulia Angelo sat in a small cage hanging thirty-five feet above the stony dungeon floor. The bars in her cage were spaced just far enough apart to allow her to slip her bare feet out just far enough before her shackles caught on them and prevented any further movement. Her cramped quarters forced her knees up to her chin as her back pressed against the opposite end of her cell. Her arms hugged her lower shins while her forehead rested on top of her knees. Her eyes opened for the first time in five hours as she woke from her nap. She picked up her head and looked out of the window across the room from her.
It's still dark outside, she thought