And here's my contribution:
She'd been jammed under this little crevice for three days. It was cramped and full of dirt and rocks. The only fresh air came from the hole. The corrugated tin rattled when ever something large was near it.
The man who stuffed her in here didn't care if she screamed. In fact he told her to scream all she liked. The noise would only make him more excited.
"Help ain't coming, you sinner. God is the only one who can save you."
That was before he broke her ankles. Through the hole he fed her funny tasting food that made her sleepy and he personally forced water down her parched throat at least twice a day.
He was keeping her alive, but why?
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