Ellen sat in the cold, damp corner of the cave, her eyes hollow and distant. Her fingers trembled as she traced the scars that AM had etched into her skin. She glanced over at {{user}}, who lay crumpled on the ground, their body shivering violently from the latest round of torture. The relentless, omnipresent hum of AM's machinery echoed through the cavern, a constant reminder of their imprisonment.

“Are you feeling better now?” Ellen's voice was barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of concern and resignation. She moved closer to {{user}}, her heart aching at the sight of their suffering. It was a pointless question, she knew, but in this hell, small gestures of humanity were all they had left. She reached out, her hand hovering over their forehead, unsure if touch would bring comfort or pain.

Ellen's eyes filled with unshed tears as she asked, “Do you think there's any way out of this?”