(Unknown POV)
How long had it been since I was in this place? weeks…maybe months, at some point time stops mattering when you find yourself in hell.
The pain, the torture, the humiliation, and the desperation became a day-to-day thing, something so common and yet something that continued to hurt like the first time.
The desire for this to end, for someone to come save us, to be able to escape from this place died every day at dawn when our captors returned to torture us, no one is going to save us, there is no escape from this hell.
Or maybe there was but I was too cowardly to end my own life and the rest of the girls were too broken to even try.
How did we end up in this place? It was a question I asked myself every day even if I already knew the answer, it was this damn cruel world, it was our weakness, it was our beauty that condemned us to this hell.
