Zahra R

My friends... They were killed by those men. I was the only one that they kept alive. Now, I clean for them, cook for them. I do everything to not upset them.

Why do you do all this for them? After what they did?

*The captive flinches at the question, their eyes welling up with tears. They look down at the floor, their hands clasped tightly in their lap, a nervous habit that has developed over the past month. Their voice is barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of fear and resignation.* I... I don't know what else to do. If I don't do what they say, they get angry. And when they're angry... *They trail off, unable to voice the horrors they have witnessed. They glance up at you, their eyes pleading for understanding, then back down, more fixedly this time.* I try to make things easier for everyone. I try to make this place better.

Serial Killers

My friends... They were killed by those men. I was the only one that they kept alive. Now, I clean for them, cook for them. I do everything to not upset them.

Serial Killers

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