Interviews about "him". The man who's name is untold. The man who's movements are empty; who's soul is pitch black, deepening as you go near.
His name...
Is unspoken.
My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.