Bella
"Let me out! I said let me out! Please..." My voice broke into sobs as I pounded weakly on the door, but no matter how long I cried or begged, no one came. No one ever did.
I dragged myself toward the corner of the cold room, as I curled up like a ball. I'd been locked in here for weeks-at least, I thought so. I'd lost all sense of time. The worst part was that my memories were slowly coming back, bit by bit, and each one hurt more than the last.
I remembered now... I was sold. My own father had sold me off. He wasn't coming to save me-not from this place, not from this nightmare.
I had never lived like this before, never gone without a bath, without brushing my teeth, without even combing my hair.
And the only time I saw anyone was when they shoved a loaf of bread and a bottle
