With every passing hour I have ticked off in my head, the day I was taken fades further into distant memory and lines blur rapidly into blobs of color leaving distinct shapes to imagination.
58, 59, 60…noon…1, 2, 3…I scratch another line into the metal beneath my feet. It’s been 11 years, 5 months and 13 days.
For almost 12 years I have spent every day praying for my cage to be unlocked. I have ...