That night was my first real night earning my keep as Moses put it. I didn't struggle with anyone after that. My nose was broken and I was covered in blood and filth from the men who came to the room.... I had survived my first day as a captive, well my body had survived, something broke inside me...my soul, my spirit, whatever you want to call it. I lost my ability to hope and dream. ********** Mark's chair scraped across the floor and fell with a loud bang as he jumped back from the table. He ran to the sink feeling nauseous, but all he could do was dry heave. Was all of this real? He just...