Misty begged the men in that small room to stop, but her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.
Misty wished to die, but she couldn't because she was constantly being monitored.
Her life had been a living hell since then.
Days flew by, and in a blink of an eye, several years passed.
Over the years, the initial pain and suffering, which had led her to attempt taking her life, had progressed until all she felt was numbness.
She no longer fought them or cried in agony but instead lived like a living corpse.
When the person monitoring her saw how she was behaving, they were relieved. They assumed Misty had adapted to this kind of lifestyle and decided they didn't need to monitor her any longer.
On that very day, Misty fled to the beach.
It was also the day when her innocence was destroyed a few years ago.
She had vivid memories of it after all.
Without hesitation, Misty threw herself into the sea.
Even after many years, she had never adapted to that lifestyle.
