She had nothing, nothing but the light from the inescapable window, the robes she dons, the mattress on which she sits, the itchy blanket she wears to keep warm and the static on the old television at the end of her mattress that whispers the hellish words to her.

“Your family were sinners, they’ve paid for their sins, they’re all sinners, they all must pay, and once they do you shall come to me wearing their blood and spend eternity by my side as my loving bride.”