FOURTEEN-2
“They spoke of these things?” She nodded. “They would laugh about the women they’d murdered for drenching them in urine. They’d laugh about the way they punished them. About how they’d pay her back in kind for days. Every man on site would soak her bound body every time he needed to relieve himself.” Stopping, she could feel her voice beginning to waver. Devon didn’t want to drown in emotion when they’d only just started talking. She had to show strength, to remind herself that she was free, and that sharing this experience would help those still imprisoned. “Take your time,” he said, displaying more patience. Sealing her lips, Devon swallowed to provide respite to her dry tongue. “I know it wasn’t brave of me, but stories like that terrified me, and they had dozens of them.” “They to
- Writer
