It was dark, so very dark, the kind of dark that even with your eyes open, you couldn't be sure they were, as you couldn't see your hand if it was held close to your face.
Originally I had tried to count the number of days I was here, but with the constant darkness it was impossible.
All I knew that I stood in fear of moving around, cold, naked and very hungry. I knew there were others in this same room, as I had heard their screams, followed by an announcement to say, we were surrounded by trip wires that would send electric shocks if we moved and that we would be punished if we spoke.
I don't know who 'they' were but they seemed to be all seeing and hearing, whilst I stood in the darkness, not knowing if someone stood beside me or in front of me.
There was a metal bucket between my legs in which to perform toilet duties. And this was to be our only form of fluids and food if we were to survive. How could I touch my own excrement and be expected to eat it, I was horrified. Although now, not knowing how long I had been here, I was weak, my body needed sustenance my resolve was beginning to break.
Then laughter came as it was announced another slave had finally succumbed to eating their own shit and you could regularly hear the others drinking from the bucket.
How could 'they' see, what did 'they' want from us, were the thoughts that screamed in my head, but could not be voiced for fear of punishment. As if this were not punishment enough.
I could feel myself giving in and bent to the bucket and felt around inside, it stank, I was about to scoop up some of my own shit, and thought no I couldn't do it, something inside me broke and I kicked the bucket over with the contents spilling on the floor I could not see.
Help I screamed. The voice told me to shut up and that I would be punished, but I couldn't help myself.