We are afraid of the dark, not of the darkness itself but of the things that come from it, and as if our captors had sensed this fear, the room is as black and frozen as a night winter, and brings death and decay. Our bodies are covered in an odorless liquid that makes the soft carpet adhere to our skin, the moans and cries are slowed to the point of becoming almost imperceptible. On the first day the room was filled with screams and pleas, but now, 5 days later, it is almost silent, except for the agony of the people who struggled and are slowly bleeding out. I feel my body pulverizing in my own feces, and I know others must be the same. When we have to have a bowel movement, we expel what we are wearing, because we can't help ourselves because our hands and feet are bound with thick barbed wire, which digs deeper into our skin when we struggle, not that we can feel any pain though. Our hands and feet are numb, due to the wire digging into and cutting the nerves too deeply or the lack of blood flow. We are dirty too, my hair is spread across my face greasy and covered in dust and that strange liquid, and it is stuck to my cock skin, thick with oil and sweat. My eyes are swollen, I can feel it. I think back to the night they took me and I realize that they must have hurt me worse than I imagined, I remember receiving a light punch in the face. All so hard to remember though... I was walking along the sidewalk, I was late getting home because Josie, my friend, was supposed to take me home after soccer practice but she had ditched me. I looked at my phone which read 8:54 and saw it go to 8:55. I sighed, my feet hurt so much and my shirt was covered in blood where the ball had hit me in...... middle of paper ......sion” laughs, “You will be held to dark you are not allowed to sleep at all. No matter how difficult it is, remember that your very life depends on you staying awake. Starting from the first meal you will not be allowed to sleep. That's all, God bless you." I look at my mother: “Is it possible, can we stay awake for 14 days?” My mother looks at me defeated. “I don't know, but we have to try” the second body that was lying next to my mother, a boy, stood up. “No, we can't. There's no way I've read anything about it, it's already been carried out and the people who carried it out went crazy and died." He crossed his arms, but he was tired of his hands, which were also bloody. "We can if we concentrate, what choice do we have?" there was a silence "what is your name?" I looked at him, his hair was dark and disheveled, and dirt most likely covered his clothes from the fight. "My name is Boer,