บท 201: Nightmare

In the dark space behind the rusted iron bars, a young girl, around sixteen or seventeen, huddled in the darkest corner. Her face was buried between her folded knees, her hands pressed tightly over her ears as she sobbed. Her long, messy hair fell forward, shadowing her from the horror unfolding before her.

"Ahh…leave me…don't hurt me…save me…It hurts…"

The agonised screams of a girl in the cell opposite reached her ears, sending chills through her, making her want to flee. But there was nowhere to go; she was trapped behind the thick, iron bars.

Each tortured cry from the other girl was mixed with the mocking laughter of the men assaulting her, their taunts cruel and relentless.

"Let you go? You were worthless. No one wanted to buy you, so now you're just for us to use."

The four men took turns with her, restraining her hands and legs, each one reveling in their cruelty.