Vishal
“Hey, you. Get up right now! How dare you think of sleeping, huh?” A gruff voice shouts over me. Before I can sit up, the owner of the voice storms into the small cell and starts kicking me hard, focusing on my stomach.
I grunt in pain, clutching my stomach, but he doesn’t stop. He kicks my fingers, crushing them against my abdomen. Fear and anger surge through me, mingling with the intense pain. The pain is almost unbearable.
He kicks me harder and then finalizes his torture with a vehement punch to my face. I cough out blood. I think he knocks out one of my teeth. My hands are chained, so it’s impossible to run my fingers through my mouth to check how many teeth have fallen out.
The clanging chains hold me down, forcing me onto my bruised knees.
“You’re our hostage, so you do
