The next few weeks passed in the same fashion, they would give me water and bread once every two days and one of the men came in at least once a day to rape or beat me. At first I would scream, kick, fight back, but I soon realised that it always hurt more, and that they would be exceptionally more rough when I did, not only that but I was using whatever energy I had left to fight back. After a while I had reduced myself to whimpers of pain when they decided to do this, very quickly I lost hope of someone ever finding me, and I just wished they would kill me and get it over with.