Jenna
I’m not sure how long I have left on this earth, but I do know that this pain is never-ending. The guards beat me regularly and laugh as they do so. They kick me just because they can, and they laugh when my body spasms from the shocks that rock my body every hour.
Luther hasn’t once come to see me. Not once has he asked about me, and I’m dying slowly in so many ways I’ve lost count.
Lilly, Bastian, Sara, and Leander came to see me at some point. Each one told me not to worry, and they wouldn’t let the execution go ahead. But I know there is no way for them to stop it, so I don’t hold out any hope.
I’ve stopped crying. I have no more tears to shed; they dried up a while ago. I don’t even scream when my restraints send electric shocks through my body any longer. The only reason I
