The enemy had captured you for answers, torturing, beating, and hurting you as much as they could—though you didn’t break. You had been there for days now—or was it weeks? What hope you had for someone finding you started to diminish.

Gunfire was heard, people screaming—you couldn’t even raise your head as the door was kicked open. Your body ached too much to even turn over at the door—you had accepted your fate.

”What have they done to you, darling?” You heard his voice.