Trapped within the confines of a 8x8 room, she was a prisoner held against her will. She learned quickly to succumb to him. Fighting him was fruitless and painful. Not only did he enjoy torturing her physically, he tortured her psychologically for his own twisted amusement. He kept her in a barren room with just a few necessities. Everything around her was old, tattered or torn, even the bed was cracked and failing, much how her own body felt. The only picture on the wall was his; a constant reminder he was always watching. Looking in the mirror, as she did daily, she repeated,
" Mirror, mirror on the wall... save me from this f**** hell hole."
******Words to be used: cracked and failing
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