The dark cell had become her home. It had been her home for 138 days. Taliyah knew this because the tiny rock she used to mark the days against the stone wall.
Her arm dropped as soon as she made the mark and she groaned in pain. 138 days of torture. 138 days of being cut, healed, and cut again. They only ever healed her enough to make sure she didn't die.
Her torturers told her that her name was Taliyah. That is all she knew. She didn't know who she had been, how old she was, or where she was from. She knew nothing except darkness and pain.
Over and over. Darkness and pain. Everyday.
Taliyah curled up on the stone floor and cried like she did everyday. Her back was bleeding onto the hay they provided her so the cell was easier to clean.
Her arm dropped as soon as she made the mark and she groaned in pain. 138 days of torture. 138 days of being cut, healed, and cut again. They only ever healed her enough to make sure she didn't die.
Her torturers told her that her name was Taliyah. That is all she knew. She didn't know who she had been, how old she was, or where she was from. She knew nothing except darkness and pain.
Over and over. Darkness and pain. Everyday.
Taliyah curled up on the stone floor and cried like she did everyday. Her back was bleeding onto the hay they provided her so the cell was easier to clean.
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