Memoirs of the Forgotten

[SevereTrinity]

Yet more time passed by. My immunity was taken away. Beatings were no longer occasional occurrences; they became the norm. But it was not that which left me crying at night. It was the thought of spending the rest of my life living here on bread and the piss which the guards replaced my water with. I had not spoken once in the few months I guessed I had been here. I did not want to speak, but more so, I was afraid I had forgotten how.

I soon figured out why men and woman were screaming out every night. It was not beatings. It was something far worse and I was going to gain first-hand experience in it... 'Special' prisoner status revoked. No protection anymore. No-one stood in the way of them doing what they wished. No-one. Nothing.

I spent each night covered in my own feces, soaked in urine and other bodily fluids, most of which were not mine. I sat huddled in the corner of my tiny cell hoping that for once they would not come for me. They came nearly every night for me, rattling the cell door as they entered, four or five of them crowded into my eight foot by eight foot box that seemed like it would be my final resting place.