NINA
"Cut it out." Someone growled for the umpteenth time in the passing hours.
And still, the tune continued. It was a slow melodic sound, perhaps previously intended as a bedtime song for the singer. But now it only echoed the emptiness that permeated the air here.
We were not alone we'd soon realized.
There were a lot of us down here, people I couldn't see but I knew were right next to us. On the opposite side was a plain wall but on our flanks, extending far, were other rooms.
Little efficient cages that trapped girls just like us.
We weren't alone in this nightmare.
The separating walls were too thick to reach another hand but we could hear. We could speak to and hear each other.
I couldn't tell how long had passed with only the light bulb for company. The hours merged into each other and it felt like years since that night we were ripped from our beds.
