As the days passed by in this prison, things got worse. The guards kept trying to break my will. They kept doing things to me make me confess to the murder. All they needed was my voluntary confession then they would persecute me.
I don't know if they enjoyed it or it was just necessary protocol. All I know is that I was starting to lose my sanity. I was starting to lose strength.
My whole body was covered in bruises. My body ached to the point I could barely move. You would think they would go easy on me as a girl but no. They believe I killed their Luna so they subjected me to the worst kinds of torture imaginable.
Today, I was kept in a dark room. I was bound to a wooden chair. My hands were tied behind my back with rough ropes that dug into my skin. The more I moved, the more it
