Vishal

“Hey, you. Get up right now! How dare you think of sleeping, huh?” A gruff voice shouts over me. Before I can sit up, the owner of the voice storms into the small cell and starts kicking me hard, focusing on my stomach.

I grunt in pain, clutching my stomach, but he doesn’t stop. He kicks my fingers, crushing them against my abdomen. Fear and anger surge through me, mingling with the intense pain. The pain is almost unbearable.

He kicks me harder and then ...