I held on for as long as I could, my muscles aching from the effort. He inserted his finger in my ass, moving it in and out, his laughter echoing in the cold, sterile room. XXNX He brought me back into the large hall. When they weren’t abusing me in the hall, my captor would leave me chained in the room, my body wracked with pain and my mind teetering on the edge of despair. For weeks, this became my existence. Throughout it all, I tried to hold on to the hope that this would end, that I would survive and be able to tell my story. The tape held it in place, making it impossible to avoid. The smell quickly filled the small, enclosed space, a constant reminder of my helplessness and degradation.
