SABRINA
I grip onto Beau's hand so tightly it's probably cutting off his blood supply.
"Where are we going?"
"Shh, keep quiet!" he grumbles.
The hallway's dim and cold with weak lights placed in sporadic places. As we pass the doors, I notice random supplies outside them, towels, blankets, buckets, and others have cleaning supplies and mops propped against the doors. The ones with blankets each have a loaf of bread placed on top and it brings a bad feeling to me. I bet there are people in those rooms. Not just regular people, but women like me who are being tortured and held against their will.
I jerk on Beau's wrist until he stops. He turns to me in a rush, his eyes wide and mouths, "What?"
"We have to save the others!" Whisper shouting, I point at all the doors.
"We can't, come on
