The cloth tied between her legs fell to the ground, soaked through in red. He barely glanced at it, dragging her down the corridor toward a doorway where only the sunlight shined through.
Just three days ago, she and her sister were hiking the hills outside of their village, trying to ease her heavy unborn son out of her womb. She gave birth to him surrounded by hot, half-naked bodies, the smell of musk, urine, and feces filling her lungs.
She prayed for a reunion with child and family beyond the light. That this nightmare of pale-faced kidnappers would end.
word count: 100
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