It was a dark basement. This space where the sun’s rays shone in from a small overhead windows were finely punctuated by cells lined up in rows.
In this prison-like cell I laid down to rest.
I was only laying down, not sleeping.
It was because of a certain noise I wasn’t able to sleep.
It was a noisy girl, it wouldn’t have killed her to do it more quietly.
The sound I heard was a female voice, I can hear the sweet voice, appealing, by offering flattery perhaps, to gain some pleasure.
“Here” is where as usual, the wardens perused the goods they liked for themselves.
Nobody cared, and even if they do nobody would lift a finger.
I quickly threw the threadbare blanket…the flea-ridden piece of cloth on myself.
Before long the voices faded, and silence returned.
It won’t be long until sunrise now, but I should get as much sleep as I can.
I closed my eyes, enjoying what short rest I can before dawn.
I came “here” before I was aware of what was going on.
When I realized it I was already here, I don’t know where I was before I came here, nor did I know how I got here.
I myself said that my age was 13 or 14, but still, I don’t know what it is exactly. As far as I could hear from the people who brought me up, they said I might have been sold by my parents, or maybe kidnapped by some robbers.
What this place “here” is can be clearly explained.
This was a place where boys and girls are gathered, and the perverted guests enjoy themselves by embracing them or making them kill each other.
I awoke to the coarse ringing sound of a bell and jumped to my feet.
The only thing I need to prepare was my own body.
Today is another day where I would have to battle for my life.
I left the small room, went to the mess room to fill myself with soup that looked like vomit, and awaited my orders.