~ Well before I start I just want to say this is the prologue to the
actual story, but chapter one will be up very soon so please R+R p.s. this
bit of information is very vital to the story. ~
October 30, 2009 4:17 A.M Dear Diary-
I'm writing this in fear that my words are the only thing keeping me alive, or even sane for that matter, but at this point insanity may be better than knowing my actual fate. I have been in this cell for over three years, I haven't heard my mother's voice, or even seen any of my friends since I was here. I've begun to question if they are even still alive. Death is heaven compared to this place my cell. I am forced to drink water from a bowl like an animal, once a week a guard comes in to change the filthy water they have given me, most of the time the male guards take advantage of my bound limbs and rape me. I wish one day one would just come along and kill me off.
To this day I still do not understand what the hell I am doing in here. I've come to the conclusion that the tallest throw people in here for sheer amusement. I have done nothing wrong, I was a respectable military leader with 30 years of training under my belt. I often think they found me a threat. I was strong, but most of my energy has been drained and I am very doubtful that it will ever come back. I haven't slept in days, I should be used to the sound of others pain echoing among the stone wall of my damp hell, but I am not. I can never get used to it, when they kill someone they leave their body down here, the smell is over whelming at times, I almost vomit its so putrid.
Although I dread the thought of what may go on during my sleep I am afriad I must, this is not fair, dear lord get me out!
-Maroe-
October 30, 2009 4:17 A.M Dear Diary-
I'm writing this in fear that my words are the only thing keeping me alive, or even sane for that matter, but at this point insanity may be better than knowing my actual fate. I have been in this cell for over three years, I haven't heard my mother's voice, or even seen any of my friends since I was here. I've begun to question if they are even still alive. Death is heaven compared to this place my cell. I am forced to drink water from a bowl like an animal, once a week a guard comes in to change the filthy water they have given me, most of the time the male guards take advantage of my bound limbs and rape me. I wish one day one would just come along and kill me off.
To this day I still do not understand what the hell I am doing in here. I've come to the conclusion that the tallest throw people in here for sheer amusement. I have done nothing wrong, I was a respectable military leader with 30 years of training under my belt. I often think they found me a threat. I was strong, but most of my energy has been drained and I am very doubtful that it will ever come back. I haven't slept in days, I should be used to the sound of others pain echoing among the stone wall of my damp hell, but I am not. I can never get used to it, when they kill someone they leave their body down here, the smell is over whelming at times, I almost vomit its so putrid.
Although I dread the thought of what may go on during my sleep I am afriad I must, this is not fair, dear lord get me out!
-Maroe-