Pain sears through my stomach as someone kicks me in the gut. He drags me to my feet and pulls me out of my cell. I stumble as I walk and that only makes my captor pull harder. My entire body aches from the beatings that I"ve suffered day after day. I must have some cracked ribs to go along with the cuts and bruises. At least, that"s what it feels like. I wouldn"t know if they"re actually cracked because the only doctor I"ve seen is the one overseeing my t*****e. Every few days they decide to mix it up and use the water like they did when I first got here. I"d rather be beaten.
We reach the stairwell and I"m pushed down. A strangled cry escapes my throat. My shoulder hits first and I Iet out a cry of pain. I can"t break my fall because my hands are tied behind my back. I roll down the las
