Ariadna sat in her cell, arms wrapped around her knees. Tears streaked her face, no longer radiant as it once had been. She couldn’t stand another minute in that place; she’d rather be dead than keep living in that hell.

She missed her small but spotless apartment—her bed, her sheets that carried a sweet scent. She missed the satisfaction of looking at herself in the mirror wearing her favorite clothes; she missed her breakfast and the black coffee from the office.

Ariadna also missed going out