Living hell

​The shrieking noise of metal clanks echoed through his thin ears and gave a goosebumps to Harry. Harry was still dealing with his messed dinner of dry pork and raw pumpkin. “Hurry ” was heard from outside the cell by a man in sixties with bulging belly,and 3 stars on uniform. Harry smirked and slid the plate towards the door . The bulky cages opened and took out the only greasy thing of the cell.

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