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PAIN IS INVISIBLE, subjective and an open dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches are worse, always taken to be less than they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes.
It had become a routine for Dani Russo to be forced awake with ammonia inhalants just to be questioned and beaten back to sleep. Some nights they would even induce her into a coma to slowly poison her brain and conflict with her mind. Reality became hard to decipher apart from her nightmares. To her, they were one and the same.
She had seen darkness before but this was unlike any darkness life could've prepared her for. This is the kind of darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralyzing fear. In this darkness she sat, muscles cramped and unable to move. The only movement she could feel was her eyes blinking every now and then, instinctively moisturizing the only organs she had control over. Her sense of hearing was faint due to the amount of dosages they induced so voices were only low murmurs.
When she awakened, her senses came crashing down all at once. The tightness of her cuffs digging deep into her wrists left open wounds which became infected. The pain stung and discolored her skin along with the many cuts and bruises that trailed along her body from being tortured through daily interrogations.
A cool breeze whisked through the air tickling her skin due to the fact that she was only clothed in a navy blue tank top and thin grey pants. From a singular window mounted high along the wall protruded a bright beam of daylight, illuminating the grime and dust that swirled in the air. If only she could reach it, she could find out where she was. Whenever she woke she would strain her weak ears for any sounds: cars, people, boats even animals. Something. Anything that could give away at what her location was just to have a sense of hope that one day she could be free again, but the power of the mind was stronger than her will.
The darkness that filled those drugs induced inside her brain clouded her perception and the intense repetition of simulations that invaded her headspace took a heavy toll on her mental. But despite it all, she always tried to fight back.
If only she could get her hands free and put enough pressure in the right spot to break her thumb again, she could breakaway from her handcuffs and try to find a way out. Her strength wasn't like it used to be. Her body was immensely tired from the constant torture and agony she had endured but she knew if she could get her hands on a shot of adrenaline, it would boost her energy enough to escape.
"I see you're awake, Miss Russo." A man, who was clad in a light blue dress shirt and black pants, appeared by the entrance of the room and observed her with a sly grin. "How did you sleep?"
