Time passed in an incoherent haze of misery. Since there were no windows in the room they’d locked me in, I had no idea how long it had been since they dragged me in there and started torturing me.
Every so often, I would awaken back into the nightmare of my incarceration. My eyes were so swollen from the beatings that it was hard to see clearly. Not that it would have mattered. There was nothing inside the cement cell but me.
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