3 months later...
The door opened, I heard footsteps, I heard men talking. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the two guards looking at me. It was time.
They opened the cell and grabbed my arms. I groaned with pain, my muscles hurt like hell.
I could barely walk properly, my body has been tortured since I got into prison. My brother has been forcing me to tell him the name of my boss and all the truth about the company. I kept refusing and I kept being tortured. My skin was bruised everywhere, some wounds aren't healing well because it had not been taken care of. He treated me like s**t, but I will never speak.
The other prisoners watched me walk in front of their cells. I heard no words, no breaths. Since I arrived, they must have been thankful for the peaceful days they had. Staying in
