My heart beats more rapidly than ever before. I struggle desperately to free my hands from the ropes that restrict them. The ropes have begun to cut my circulation. I watch as my hands turn whiter and the blood flows from my wrists where the ropes cut them. The freezing water slices through my body making me shiver. The heavy weight of the dress now stained with blood pulls me toward the dark depths of the black river. I continue to struggle, but there’s no use. I look up at the sky, giving up. What had I done to deserve this torture? I can feel myself drifting off into unconsciousness. “No,” I think, “I have to stay alive. I can’t let them win.” But it was too late. They have already won, and there is nothing I can do about it. My heartbeats are beginning to slow. I close my eyes for the very last time waiting for death to take me.
