To the right, a young girl whom I recognize as 'Pumpkin', the young girl I saw get abducted on my first day, who can't be more than eighteen has had her teeth shattered, her mouth a bloody mess of jagged edges. She sobs quietly, her voice a soft, pitiful whimper that seems to blend into the ambient sounds of suffering. Next to her, a woman with gouged-out eyes leans against the wall, her face a mask of terror even in her blindness, or perhaps because of it.
Further along, another woman is missing both her legs, the stumps crudely bandaged with filthy rags. She sits in a pool of her own dried up blood, her face pale and drawn, the agony etched deeply into her features. She also has a swollen belly. Near her sits a motherly figure, her hair matted and tangled, she has many bruises covering her body but no visible open wounds. Yet, the haunted look in her eyes speaks volumes about the horrors she has endured.
