9 Years Ago

I am not sure where I am, or how long I have been here. I know that I am going to die.

I pray they kill me soon.

The current man in the room is a sadistic fucker. I am huddled in the corner.

My stomach caving in from the hunger I now face. But it is dim to the pain that burns inside my womb, the constant ache between my legs.

He is standing by the door, pulling his chain that he keeps suspended from a hook in the wall.

'Ready for me little ...