Memoirs of the Forgotten

[SevereTrinity]

Two years.

For two years I have been through hell, plunged into it's darkest depths with no end in sight. They say they are trying to break me but I was broken long ago. They have methods here that leave me longing for thumbscrews and torque wrenches.

The torture, the beatings, all the other methods they have used to try and extract information from me. These acts on their own are what took every aspect of my former person and threw them away like dust in the wind. But they pale in comparison to what they did at the start of my capture.

They ripped almost everything from me that day. The rape took care of whatever dignity remained within me. My family, my life, everything. Gone. Dust in the wind.


Who am I, you ask?
I am -in body, not sanity- Stephanie Gray. You've never heard of me because the day that name was given to me was the day I was dead to everyone who ever cared about me outside these four walls. Before that, I was Stephanie Malaign, ex-Commodore of the Liberty Navy.

Why should you care about my story?
Because in this dark world, we all need someone to speak to. I didn't quite fancy talking to a wall or to the rare scraps of food like the other prisoners who have been here longer than me. But above all, it keeps me sane in the hope that one day, rescue will come. Until then, I must endure. I've become quite good at that lately.