Slave to the Inferno
nd's house, the silence was deafening, save for the sound of her own footsteps. She knew she should've taken the bus, but she
and heard a voice whispering in her ear. "Don't
hands grab her from behind, binding her wrists with rough rope. The hands were s
owled, shoving a foul-smel
, too determined. As the van sped away, taking her into a world of darkne
roads and rough handling. Elissa was shoved into a tiny
amed down her cheeks, leaving behind salty streaks in their wake. She tried to m
sure anymore. The only thing that remained
d in stains of unknown origins, the floor a grimy, blood-stained concrete. The air was
ld barely stand, much less stretch out her arms. The walls seemed
At first, she wasn't sure if it was real or just a figment of her imagination.
ut tentatively, her v
d. "My name's Sarah. They took me from my
against the wall, tear
ce barely above a whisper. "I don't know w
avering with tears. "I'm scared, Elis
ing, to comfort Sarah. But deep down, she knew the truth: the
ssa lied, trying to
small and fragile. "I know you are. Th
ling herself against the despai
ce firm and resolute. "We're going
ong moment, and Elissa t
reatened to swallow her whole. She could still feel Sarah's presence on the o
h time had passed since they'd been taken. Days? Weeks? Months?
occupied, counting the seco
ines of her cell. The darkness, the smell, the silence - it
the concrete with her fingernails, but eventually she l
read of humanity in the abyss. They whispered to each other throug
y was the same endless cycle of darkness and silence,
for Sarah's sake, but ins
nd that Elissa had almost forgotten existed: foot
her ear against the door, strai
spered to Sarah, her
halls like a death knell. Elissa's heart pounded in her
r was about to happen
y a burst of harsh, artificial light. Squinting, she
d forward, a cruel sm
aid, his voice dr
of the cell. She stumbled and fell, scraping her knees on the concrete floor, but they didn't carswung open with a creaking groan. Elissa was pushed forwar
p, and her b