Another day passes and gives way to a dark and cold night. Carmen lost track of how many excruciating days she’s spent locked up in this wretched dungeon weeks and weeks ago. Her fear turned into frustration which then evolved into forlornness, but never freedom.
Carmen sits on the floor of her cold dungeon cell, shackled and helpless with nothing but the cool moon light and crisp night ocean breezes to keep her company. Carmen wonders how long she’ll have to endure this hopeless existence. She wonders if she’ll ever be set free again...
