I was back in the room.
The first hours I just screamed and slammed the walls until my throat was destroyed and my voice trashed, my hands bruised, and my mind gone.
I was sitting down on the bed; my jaw was hurting from the gag they had used on me and I was still in the dirty sweatsuit that was soiled and drenched from sweat that had dried up making me probably smell like s**t.
My eyes were hurting too, I hadn’t even been crying but I was hurting all over. My chest, my stomach, my head, my jaw, my legs, my feet, my heart, my brain. Everywhere.
I was sitting in the small bed just resting my head against my knees, I thought that someone would have come by now but there was none, not Jonah, no guards. Just me and a small white room that was making me go madder for every second.
Why didn
