My eyes aren't opening but I'm awake. I'm still lying on the cold, damp floor, the same as when I fell asleep, but the lock of the cage is now being opened. I continue to lie there, not having any care to show them that I'm awake as it won't differ what they have planned for me.
I feel cold, rough hands wrapping round my ankles and dragging me harshly out the confined space, my hips austerely banging off the bars. The sound of burning skin enveloping the air. Like yesterday, or whenever I went to sleep, they chain me to the wall and I keep my eyes closed and head down. They whip me, the click of the s***h as it mercilessly reigns down on me, fills the hushed air. My stomach caving in as the unforgiving weapon terrorises me. The men's faces all the same, grim but their eyes containing dark
