SAMMY
Pain.
It was such a modest word for the world of hurt and agony inflicted on anyone. My open wounds were bleeding, my breath came in the ragged gasps, and my skin prickled in freezing coldness inside the dirty cell I was thrown into, but I still wouldn't say it was painful.
The torment I have been through for the past many hours surpassed the vocabulary of suffering and misery. It was gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking and incomprehensively dreadful.
I braved against the assault, I fought the tears, and I held on to every hope in my veins, believing that my family would come for me any moment now. But everything was fading into nothingness.
"You would do yourself a favor if you do as you are told," I heard Lorenzo over the chattering of my teeth.
Once those lecherous men left,
