The darkness of the cellular pressed in around us, suffocating and oppressive. Rosa, Isabel, and I huddled together, our spirits dampened by the manner of the burden of our confinement.
"We want to discover a way out of right here," Rosa whispered, her voice barely audible in the silence of the mobile.
I nodded, my thoughts racing with the mind of getting away. "But how? The guards are looking at us carefully. Isabel's eyes darted across the dimly lit area, seeking out any sign of desire. "We can't give up. There needs to be a prone factor in their surveillance, a second vulnerability we can take benefit of."
Despite our determination, days exceeded without a signal of reprieve. Hunger gnawed at our stomachs, and the shortage of food most effectively delivered to our desperation.
"They can't keep us locked up like this all the time," Rosa muttered, her voice tinged with frustration.
