My first years of captivity were filled with murderous thoughts.
I had thought about killing James and those working for him many times over. But I couldn't.
I had the opportunity. I was just a scared child. They didn't take many precautions against a child. I was just too scared to even try despite the countless opportunities.
I was a girl who couldn't think herself capable of murder.
I was a girl with a fear of God and the day of judgment.
I spent my days praying to receive forgiveness for killing the priest.
I had attempted to escape a few times, but I was scared to kill anyone.
Every time I entertained the murderous thoughts, I told myself one thing:
'I won't let the sins of an evil man condemn my soul to the eternal flames of the abyss.'
But I had killed many in the past tw
