Notice to readers: This chapter contains depictions of intense violence and rape. This does not in any way promote violence against women and it is only contrary to the story.

Sarah...
August 1995... Location unknown.

It's been 3 months since we were kidnapped. I haven't seen my father since, my mother and I have been used as objects of pleasure almost daily since we got here and it doesn't seem like anyone is coming to help us or anyone cares. Every night I stay up thinking about how much I want to die. The only thing to look at is the lines my mum writes on the wall to count the number of days spent. Dreaming seems so impossible now. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing thoughts and images of all the men and boys who have used me for their sick pleasure. I see their faces, their horrid faces, the dreadful smiles on their faces during and after their despicable acts. And every night I ask if it will ever end, if I will ever stop having nightmares, if I'll ever see my dad again. I stayed up for hours thinking and crying. I want it to be over so much.
Sometimes it feels like I've gotten used to it, but then it happens all over again and it all seems like another fresh hell.
The first time was the worst; I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was two days after we got here. A man and a much younger boy came in and started hitting my mum. They kept shouting for her to take off her clothes but she was begging and they hit her more. I tried to stop them but I was too small and too powerless. My heart stopped when I saw them on top of my mum laughing and moaning while she cried. I ran to them and started hitting the boy but he pushed me off with one arm and I fell to the floor. I looked up and saw the other one looking at me with what I can only describe as a devil in his eyes and then he came close to me and started lifting my dress to take off my panties. I tried to call my mum, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to cry for help but my voice didn't come out; I tried to fight him off but I couldn't move, I couldn't even feel my fingers. At a faint distance, I could hear my mum screaming something but I couldn't understand what she said. I couldn't make out what she was saying except the words: "Not her". 
I was drawn back into reality when I felt a sharp pain in me; I screamed at the top of my lungs; I tried to kick and hit but it didn't seem like it made any impact; he just kept going on and I cried more. It looked like he enjoyed my crying because his smile became wider and his movements became faster. I tried to call on my mum to come save me but she was going through her own sort of hell and she couldn't only look at me and weep, so I kept on begging. But it all fell on deaf ears. 
After they were done, they left laughing, with wide smiles; I couldn't move, I couldn't feel my legs, my body felt like I had been hit by a truck. I looked down and saw blood coming out of me. Fresh tears rolled out my eyes, my mum came to me, held me and we cried. I tried to fall asleep in her arms like I used to, but sleep seemed far away. That night went on forever till sleep finally came. 
Now 3 months have passed and what happened then seemed to happen every day. I was used by the young boys aiming to prove themselves to be men and my mum was used by the much older boys and men. Tonight seemed to be another night. From afar I could hear laughter and cheers, so I know it was one of the nights when they party and have fun; and it always results in them ending up here, to violate me and my mum. "At least they fed us well on days like this". 
The time finally came and I could hear a couple of voices headed our way, but today I saw two new faces. One of them was the boy I saw in the square lying next to his dead mother 3 months ago. He seemed to feel at home with all these monsters. Today they were showing the two young boys the ropes. 
Kudos for trying to raise new young monsters. 
At first I tried to beg, but then I gave up on it as it never works, so I just laid there quietly crying while the first boy did his dirty deed. 
It came to the turn of the second boy but he stopped.. he hesitated for a while, I looked up at him and he said something no one had since I got here; "I can't..... No, I won't". 
I was shocked. First person to show me any sort of mercy.
My little monster hero. 
And he went on. 
"What you're doing is wrong and I can't be a part of it and you guys need to stop...."
That was when he was cut off with a blow to the face. One of the bigger boys cut in; "if he doesn't want to, I will. I told you he was a coward". 
And he proceeded to continue what the other boy wouldn't. In a heartbeat, he stopped and I saw his eyes wide open. I was puzzled till I saw blood coming out of his mouth; I looked well and I saw my hero boy holding a knife that was stuck in his throat. My eyes widened; everyone was quiet, intense fear and shock was on everyone. My hero tried to fight but they overpowered him and they beat him up. I thought they were going to kill him too, but they just tossed him in the cell with us when they were done. 
....... We need a doctor here.........