Mrs Jessica sat in the dimly lit room, her thoughts swirling like a storm.
The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale air, a far cry from the peaceful life she once led.
She clutched the thin blanket around her shoulders, trying to ward off the chill that had seeped into her bones.
"How did it come to this?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fear and exhaustion.
The bruises on her arms and the cut on her lip were painful reminders of her captors' brutality.
The thought of her daughter, Iris, filled her heart with both warmth and sorrow.
"Iris, where are you, my dear?" she murmured, tears welling up in her eyes.
Jessica's mind raced as she tried to piece together how she ended up in this nightmare.
The quiet life she had carved out
