"𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥"

II/A Promise to Herself

Two days had passed since Amelia had endured her first brutal beating. The pain had only worsened, a constant reminder of her helplessness. She lay on the worn mattress, every inch of her body aching. Her small frame trembled as she struggled to find a position that didn't send waves of agony through her bruised and battered flesh.

A sudden noise jolted her awake. The cell door swung open, and Greta, the woman who oversaw her captivity, stormed in. Greta was a woman devoid of compassion, her face twisted with a permanent scowl that only deepened as she looked at Amelia.

"Get up," Greta demanded, her voice sharp and filled with contempt.

Amelia tried to move, but her body refused to obey. The pain was too much. She let out a weak whimper, her eyes pleading for mercy.

Greta's eyes narrowed, and without warning, she slapped Amelia across the face. "You lazy little brat!" she hissed. "Get up! Now!"

Amelia's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, and she tasted blood. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit them back, remembering her vow not to cry.

When she still couldn't stand, Greta cursed loudly, her patience wearing thin. "You're nothing but a disrespectful little bitch," she snarled. With a vicious shove, she threw an emergency medical box at Amelia. "Fix yourself up. There will be no food for you today since you're being such a brat."

Greta stormed out, slamming the cell door behind her. Amelia lay still for a moment, the pain and exhaustion making it hard to breathe. For two days, she had been subjected to relentless abuse. Men came, sometimes in pairs, sometimes in groups, each session leaving her more broken than before. They groped and beat her, their laughter and taunts echoing in her mind.

The worst had been when they stripped her of her clothes because she was crying. The memory of their lustful eyes on her naked body made her stomach churn. In that moment, Amelia had sworn to herself that she would never cry again. She would not give them that satisfaction.

With a great effort, she found the courage to crawl to the box. Each movement sent fresh waves of pain through her, but she forced herself to keep going. She opened the box and began to treat her wounds, hissing as the antiseptic stung her cuts. Her heart broke anew as she heard the distant screams from other cells.

"How much worse can the punishment be?" she thought, steeling herself. "I won't scream. I won't cry."

Her cell was a grim place, with a worn mattress, a small window with thick metal bars that let in a sliver of moonlight at night, and a tiny, filthy bathroom. As she finished dressing her wounds, the cool air against her skin made her shiver, but she felt a small sense of accomplishment. She had managed to take care of herself, if only a little.

Amelia slowly crawled back to the mattress, her body heavy with exhaustion. As she lay there, the sounds of distant screams filled the air, a constant reminder of the horrors that awaited them all. Despite the pain and hunger gnawing at her insides, she began to drift off to sleep.

In her half-conscious state, Amelia made a silent vow to herself. "I will survive this," she thought. "No matter what they do to me, I will survive."

As she slipped into a fitful sleep, the screams continued, a haunting lullaby in the darkness. Amelia clung to her promise, holding onto it like a lifeline, determined to endure whatever came next without breaking.

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