Pain.
It was all she could feel.
Screams.
Echoing off the walls and ringing in her ears.
Tears.
She was ignored. Invisible. Removed.
Until she was brought back to suffer again.
Until she was tortured to her limits.
Dark, Empty, Rooms, without food for days. Weeks.
Ripped away from her only friends.
Her spirits.
Her only joy in life.
She had nothing.
She was nothing.
Hope was discarded among the past fluorescent light in her energetic eyes.
Life was nothing but servitude.
To her father.
To her studies.
To endless, unneeded, conversations of her future husband.
Her life that was going to be like her father's.
A life that was bland and empty.