I woke up, squinting my eyes against the blood and dust, coughing in the rank air. Recognizing my surroundings, I tensed, slowly rising from the dusty ground of my prison, biting back a whimper as a searing pain burned through my body. Despite the agony, I stood. I will not bow. I took a shuddery breath, before slumping against the grimy wall of my cell. What has this world come to, where people are tortured for trivial things, forced to work until death? If I had succumbed to them, perhaps I wouldn't be in this pain; I didn't care. All I cared about then, was getting justice for the horrors I had witnessed, and had been forced through myself