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I remember the day I was brought to this dungeon like it was yesterday. I had been captured by a group of soldiers while traveling through a war-torn village. They claimed they were taking me in for my own protection, but I knew better. I was thrown into the dark and damp dungeon without any explanation or regard for my well-being.
The days blended together in this cold, stone prison. The only light came from a small torch that flickered above the entrance to our cell block, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I spent most of my time lying on the wooden table, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about how I got here. What had I done to deserve such punishment? Did I have any chance of ever seeing the light of day again?
The sounds of clanging steel and muffled screams echoed through the dungeon at night, a constant reminder that I was not alone in this place. There were others, just like me - women who had been brought here for one reason or another. Some of them seemed resigned to their fate, while others still held onto hope. I tried to remain hopeful myself, but it's hard when you're surrounded by nothing but darkness and despair.
