I lost count of days.
I was slowly losing hope that anyone would save us. Maybe they really gave upon us. Perhaps I should give up trying to get out as well.
But then I looked at Abby, whose head was resting on my lap. She wasn't asleep. She can't sleep anymore. I don't sleep except if I pass out from all the beating I get. I am thankful my eyes are still cooperating because my body is slowly giving up on me; I can feel it.
What the hell am I thinking? I need to stay strong for her. Abby does not deserve this. She got tangled in a mess that isn't hers, and I will do everything in my power to save her. I won't allow any of these tramps to touch her again. Thankfully they didn't harm her in any way, though they humiliated her. This b***h had them ripping off her clothes and only leaving
