As I sat in the cold, dimly lit room, my body ached with exhaustion and my spirit weighed down by despair. Bruises adorned my skin like painful reminders of the ordeal I had endured. I felt abandoned and forgotten, left to languish in this desolate place.
The sound of the door creaking open pulled me from my thoughts, and I raised my weary eyes to see Zina standing before me. Her expression was a mix of concern and sadness, mirroring the turmoil within me. I couldn't help but wonder why they had left me here, battered and alone.
"Smail," Zina's voice was soft, filled with worry as she approached me. "What have they done to you?"
Her words cut through the silence like a knife, stirring emotions long suppressed within me. I tried to muster a smile, but the pain in my eyes betrayed my façade.
