A Trick or Foolishness?

As they departed, Jim inquired, "What happened to you, Zaria? I have never witnessed you so shattered before!" He whispered softly.

"I just wish that when they return next time, they would end my life!" I began to sob uncontrollably.

Never before had I felt so weak and exploited; just the thought of enduring this trauma again was unbearable.

On the other hand, Jim refused to give up so easily. He stood up and turned away from me, declaring, "Then I might as well inform Alice that you have given up on her once again!" His words ignited something within me.

I turned my head toward him, lost in my thoughts. Later that evening, they presented us with food. I was starving, not that I felt hungry, but I was weak because I had no food since I was unconscious for two days.

When I saw the platter of thick beef patties, my forehead wrinkled with disgust. "Eat, you need to regain your strength!" the guard who brought the food insisted.

"I will not eat it!" I declared.

"If you refuse, you will no