The silence and pitch-black darkness terrified me, but there was no escape.
I’d gone mad, struggling against the ropes. I had to break a finger just to free myself from their binds.
I banged on the door with every ounce of strength I had. I screamed, begged to be released, promised to apologize, and prayed desperately to survive.
It was all in vain.
All I received in response was my father’s mocking voice. “Scared already? Didn’t it occur to you that Wendy was scared too when you locked her in here?! She’s younger than you!
“Stay here and shut up. You should feel how terrified Wendy was. Let’s see if you’ll dare bully your sister again after this.
“And you call yourself her older sister? Hmph!”
In desperation, I clawed at the door, trying to tear even the smallest slit, a tiny hole to let in air or light. My fingers bled, my nails broke, but it was all for nothing.
Hopeless, I let the darkness swallow me.
In my daze, I thought I heard Wendy’s voice.
“It must be freezing in there, Jennifer. Don’t worry, I’ll make it warm soon.”
Then I realized with horror that the air conditioning had been switched to heating mode.
It was summer, and the storage room was already unbearably stuffy. As the temperature rose, the room became a sauna—a private Hell.
I crawled through the oppressive heat, desperately searching for water to cool myself, only to discover that the food and water in the room had been replaced with trash.
I collapsed onto the floor, helpless.
Pain blurred my senses.
Slowly, my consciousness began to fade.
