Freezing cold
Absolute darkness
Cramped up in pain
Left for eternal hours
Daily intrusions
Paired with savage beatings
Recurring echo:
“You know I’m not gonna hurt you”
Hung from the roof
For several endless days
Force fed with sheer brutality
Permission to die denied
But still Condition worsened fast
To inevitable death
The corpse had to disappear
And the dogs had to be fed
Chainsaw started to whine
Shivers crawled up spines
Flesh garnished with dog food
And fed to the wretched souls
Disciplinary measures, vital
Everyone must know their place
Communication leads to plots
Screwdrivers pierce eardrums
The pit filled with water
Covered with some plywood
230 Volts
Is the last thing she felt