Bethany..
Bethany was certain that she was beginning to feel like an animal in a trap.
She paced the confines of her cage, trying to ignore the lingering ache of her most recent injuries. Not only had her arm been battered mercilessly, but she’d cut herself trying to break the chain link, again, so she’d given up on it for the moment.
Bethany noticed she was also losing track of time. She had a pretty good idea that the men that held them captive didn’t keep to a particular schedule of feeding them or bringing them water. Their captors had splashed the women and cages with water once since she’d been there to ‘clean them out’ and ‘keep down the smell’. Bethany could still feel the cold water and being miserable for so long as she waited for her clothes to dry. Her mattress pad still fel
