You are fed twice a day. A little bread and water in the late morning, some thin soup and bread in the late afternoon. The guards tell you they could feed you better if you paid, but you have no money. You have a leaky bucket in the corner for your waste. 

You ask to send a message to your brother or your cousin. The guards ignore your requests. No one visits you. Your only human company is the fear and scorn of the guards, and the cries of misery from other prisoners.

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