Ryann laid in her small cell, her cheek pressing hard against the cold concrete floor that had been once layered in urine, blood, and death. She wore what her captors made her wear, nothing. Her thin, starved body was carved with bloody slash wounds and brown-purple bruises. The thick metal chains bit coldly at her wrists and ankles, digging their way into flesh, infecting her wounds. Ryann had no voice left, no tears left?days upon days of screaming and crying left her mute, accept for the rare moan. Upon opening her eyes after every attempted rest, her gaze was met with the empty eye sockets of the decomposing, almost-skeleton a few feet away from her body, still bound in the same way she was. Through all of the horrors she had survived, and all of the horrors still to come, her mind only thought of one thing: her love. Luca had travelled to Africa on a promise that he would make enough money for the both of them to escape the terrors they were forced to live with. Ryann promised him that she could protect herself, and that he didn't need to worry about her. He took her word for it, and now they would both pay.

Her eyes closed, the ground she laid on vibrated as a long piece of raw meat landed in front of her, splashing into its own forming pool of blood. A voice from outside the cell, behind her, scratchily voiced, "Munch time, [censored]!" Cackling, the voice faded into nothing, silence. Ryann's eyelids slowly lifted, even the struggle in doing such a small physical activity was painful. She looked towards the window, the last rays of the radiantly orange sun shined through the cell bars, and onto the floor, onto her exposed body. Her green eyes remained vibrant through it all; she faintly remembered Luca whispering to her that he could stare into her eyes for a lifetime, mesmerized. Her eyes drifted slowly from the barred window to what was on the ground in front of her. It was a human arm. One tear curled from her eye and down her cheek, splashing to the concrete. This was it, her last meal, her last sunset?

(Don't ask me to break the paragraphs up, because that would make the sketch not flow as well.)
-Pip54

Brilliant. I love the detail in every little aspect of the story and you are right about the flow, its a compelling read and i hope to see more from you.

+1 what DeadlySin said. Good job :goodjob: