[Content Warning: Non-Explicit Depiction of SA]
The night before the women were released, the moment Dianne dreaded most took place.
She was huddled in a corner, trying to find warmth in the small, cold cell when the metal door dragged open. Two men, who she recognized as providences, took her by the arm.
"Stand up, you need to come with us," one of them said.
Dianne knew what would happen. She knew what it was for... what it meant when you were taken out of your cell alone. Her suspicions solidified when she looked around the moment she stepped out of the cell. It was her turn.
She was barefoot, wearing the same dirty dress she'd been wearing for who knows how long. The two men escorted her, continuously yanking on the ragged rope used to tie her hands. Especially when she paused to breathe or when her leg hurt.
