After three years of captivity in the shed, escape should be freedom…but it wasn’t. I went from one prison to another, and in some ways, my previous captivity was protecting me from everything outside.
Everyone around me is looking for a way out, but the punishment for attempting an escape is death. Though, the consequence for staying … is also death.
I don’t know much, but what I do know is: desperation is ugly, the truths I’ve learned are uglier, and the reason I’m here is completely and utterly disturbing.