The shuffling sounds of feet stirred me up from my resting state. Not resting, just…exhausted.

Tears were rolling down my eyes as I slowly sat up. Staring hard at the door, I was terrified of whoever it was coming in.

It's been days already. I've had quite unpleasant visitors by those gigantic guards. Excruciating hits on my face for my defiance. A few rape attempts but something stops them. A particular line… "be thankful we're not allowed to touch you yet.” Still, I've been ...