Inferno-Enemy

Holding On It was dark. Really dark, that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. I lay huddled on the hard concrete floor, walls and darkness surrounding me. I could hear voices above me. Not loud. Not quite, but just enough that I could make out words. I heard a TV going and two different male voices. I was stripped of all my belongings, my bag, my cell phone and all the rest of the stuff in it. A sharp pain struck my side. Like a lightning bolt striking the ground. I clutched my side as the pain sharpened. I could have sworn one of them kicked me. I lay there huddled in a ball. A tear began to form. I wiped it back. I thought of