Down there
Movement of the beam of light on the floor of Isbeil’s cell tells me days have passed since we have been stuck here. Irregularly meals are given, by soldiers that are too afraid to pass the meals. With the meals left on the other side of the bars we have to stretch our arms through the bars to reach the bits of food. But the meals so far have been insufficient to still my hunger. Making me further impatient for the next meal to, if we are unlucky, see a meal be put down out of reach. It could be a part of their torture to crack us. Yet we are never asked questions or told what they want. We are tortured out of their own pleasure. Isbeil is dragged back by her armpits by two soldiers into her cell. They throw her body with a thud in the center of the cell before locking her up and leaving
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