My torture continues…help!*
THE FIRST drop soaked into the page, blurring the opening letter of her entry. Like her, it was desolate. Luckily for this tear drop however, its arrival was soon followed by innumerable others.
A river of sadness burst from her eyes. To subdue it, she bit hard into her lips- breaking the flesh and spewing warm blood. Innocent blood.
As per routine, she ripped out the page, folded it into a paper plane and threw it from the space between the bars of her cell. Hopefully, help would come after someone read her SOS.