We are afraid of the dark, not of the dark itself but of the things that accompany it, and as if our captors had felt this fear, the room is like black and icy as a winter night, and it breeds death and decay. Our bodies are splashed with an odorless liquid that makes the soft carpet cling to our skin, the moans and cries have slowed to almost inaudible. The first day the room was filled with screaming and pleading, but now, 5 days later, it's almost quiet except for the agony of the people who struggled and slowly bled out. I feel my body turning to dust in my own excrement, and I know others must be the same. When we have to have a bowel movement, we excrete in everything we wear, because we can't help it because our hands and feet are tied with thick barbed wire, which digs deeper into our skin when we struggle, without being able to feel it. pain though. Our hands and feet feel numb, either from the wire digging and cutting the nerves too deeply, or from lack of blood circulation. We are dirty too, my hair covers my face, greasy and covered in dust and this strange liquid, and it clings to my fowl skin, thick with oil and sweat. My eyes are swollen, I can feel it. I think back to the night they took me and realize that they must have hurt me more than I imagined. I remember getting a light punch in the face. But it's all so hard to remember... I walked down the sidewalk, I was late getting home because Josie, my friend, was supposed to drive me home from soccer practice but she had given up. I looked at my phone that said 8:54 and saw it change to 8:55. I sighed, my feet hurt so much and my jersey was covered in blood where the ball had hit me in the middle of the paper......sion" he laughed, "You will be kept in the dark, you are not allowed to sleep at all. No matter how hard it is, remember that your life depends on your ability to stay awake. From your first meal, no sleep will be allowed. That’s all, God bless you.” I look at mom: “Is it possible, can we stay awake for 14 days?” My mother looks at me defeated. “I don’t know, but we have to try. » The second body that was lying next to my mother, a boy, stood up. “No, we can’t. There's no way I've heard of this, it's already been played and the people who did it went crazy and died. He crossed his arms, but was tired of his hands, which were also bleeding. “We can if we focus, what choice do we have? » there was a silence "what's your name?" I looked at him, his hair was dark and matted, and dirt was most likely covering his clothes from the struggle. “My name is Boer..,