Ashley

It had been three days since I was thrown into the dark room. The space was small and suffocating, with no light at all. There were no windows, no cracks, nothing that could let in air or even the faintest glow. The darkness pressed against me, making it hard to tell if it was day or night.

I wasn’t allowed to leave the room for anything. In one corner, there was a toilet, and even that made things worse. The smell in the room was unbearable, especially for me in my condition. Being pregnant made everything more difficult—my body felt weaker, more sensitive, and constantly uncomfortable.

The food they...