The same thing went on. Everyday the same. The only thing different was how each day we lost more hope. Every day Jose would try to tell us to look on the bright side. That just made us look at the small piece of bright but soons my mind would be taken over by darkness. Although the darkness was over powering the light always found its way. That is what made us hold on so tight to the hope. The light. Soon Sir began getting tired of the waiting until you turned thirteen. More girls joined the imprisonment. Soon it was either perfection or die. Which was funny to me knowing perfection was an illusion. He also said if you didn't mess up you wouldn't die. Again funny. Dieing is inevitable. Especially living with a man like him. Know a person. He wasn't a man. He wasn't even able to be an human being. He was a devil in disguise.
