• January 5th, 1940

    Dazed and confused, I awoke to loud yelling and furious screaming from the other room. Drowsy yet, my eyes fought to stay open. The slimy duct tape was chapping my lips and the stupid rope they had tied around my hands had already given me about a dozen splinters. “I’m going to die here” raced in my mind as I got frightened even more by each bark that was being yelled in the room next to my dim lighted little cell