34. Laments of Souls

The darkness prevailed everywhere around the room. The echo of a girl's cry filled the entire room. The brightness from an insufficient very small source helped to look at the major details of the darkroom.

The blood-stained chains were handcuffed to the wrist which was preoccupied with untreated scars which happened along before. The legs were tightly knotted with merciless iron chains.

The face that radiated the flawless moon, now stained with tears, the beautiful eyes were covered by darkness lacking out of life which emerged between her knees, fully covered with dirt applied hairs. The lips were dried out of shouting.

The shining skin of the girl now was sickled to her bones out of depleted food. Further, the room was filled with the stingy smell of hell from an unknown source. The girl was sitting in the middle of the room with chains tied all over her body including her neck and she extended her fingers in the gesture of begging and left out a nerve-trembl