• Luan walked down the hallway that seemed to strech on for miles. She continued. The screams of torture passed threw her ears as she passed each door. Torture. She cringed. She continued down the hall till she arrived there. Door 342. Her closed were ragged and worn. Her skin was visable threw her dress. Many signs of abuse were noticable. She had lived here all her life. And Once again she had to face it. Torture. She slowly turned the handle. She walked inside the sub-zero temperatur pitch-black room. She closed the door behind her and walked farther in. She felt some sort of thick liquid between her toes and the splash as she walked in it. Torture. She flicked on the light.