Bella lay in the darkness, her body aching from the beating. She felt broken, trapped, and alone. But as she lay there, she knew she couldn't give up. She had to keep fighting, no matter what.
As she drifted in and out of consciousness, Bella heard the sound of footsteps outside her cell. The door creaked open, and a figure slipped inside.
It was a young woman, dressed in a simple white uniform. She carried a small tray, with a bowl of soup and a glass of water.
"Hello," the woman said softly. "I brought you some food."
Bella's eyes narrowed, unsure of what to make of the woman's words. But as she looked into her eyes, she saw something there that gave her hope.
The woman seemed kind, compassionate, and genuinely concerned for Bella's well-being.
"Thank you," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible.
The woman smiled, setting the tray down beside Bella. "Eat something," she said. "You need to keep your strength up."
Bella nodded, slowly sitting up. She winced in pain, but the woman helped her, supporting her back.
As Bella ate, the woman talked to her in a soft, soothing voice. She told Bella about the compound, about the other girls who were trapped there.
Bella listened intently, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.
The woman's words were like a lifeline, giving Bella a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
As Bella finished her meal, the woman smiled and patted her hand. "Don't give up," she said. "There's always a way out."
And with that, the woman left, leaving Bella to ponder her words.
Bella knew that she had to keep fighting, no matter what. She had to hold onto hope, no matter how small.
As she lay in the darkness, Bella made a vow to herself. She would escape, no matter what it took. She would fight back, and she would win.
But for now, Bella was trapped, alone and adrift in a sea of despair.