Inside of a dark, run down old storage facility, upwards of around seventeen naked men and women were lying inside.
Around half of them were women, and the rest were fit men of various ages.
They were all naked, covered in a questionable yellow crust and shivering from the cold metal floors they had no choice but to rest on.
They had been given only the barest of possible comforts.
A couple of thin blankets that had to be shared, a few pieces of shoddily cut meat of questionable origin, and four buckets that were taken and dumped out everyday only to be brought back a few minutes later.
In the middle of the room, a man and a woman were lying side by side each other, equally broken and not saying a word.
Their hands were just centimeters away from each other, with both of them wanting to touch each other and yet both feeling as though they couldn't.
no amount of excitement will ever compare to the feeling when trap queen played in a school assembly in sixth grade… I miss those simpler times.