"P-Please"
Tied up. Held together. Chained and distraught.
Seldom did anyone escape, and seldom did anyone live. No one could, death was the only way out. In a life of despair and depravity, suicide was always sought after. But they wouldn't let that happen.
"P-Please, end it"
Begging and pleading made it worse. They loved it. Loved the misery and hope within their eyes. Loved everyone minute of it.
Everyone was always the same. They'd always act tough and try to fight. They'd have hope and always believe they could escape.
The outcome was always the same.
"Rxsik nsl"
No one knew who they were or where they come from. No one knew much about them, but everyone knew when those words were spoken, there was only immense suffering ahead.
"P-Please, no. Anything but there, Please. I c-can't return, p-please."
Pointless.
No one survived.
No one escaped.
They made sure of that.