Strong
Chp. 1
Strong
Chp. 1
I am broken, beaten, and torn apart. I am chained up in the Pit of Despair with no way to get out. My arms are shackled above my head and I am hanging on the wall of my cell by my
extremities. I have been in this spiritual, emotional prison for years. I am undeserving of this punishment, but I have to face it anyway.
My cell is part of an underground cave. It’s medieval-like. Skeletons of deceased prisoners adorn the walls. There is a cesspool in the corner of the cave. I am barred in this
cell. Loud footsteps and male voices are heard. The screeching of the opening door rings in my ears. A demon enters. He’s tall and horrifyingly ugly. His eyes are a bright red and he is
covered in dark scales and silver horns. His teeth are sharp and dark yellow. His skin is a pale gray. “Time to eat, you piece of trash!” he angrily exclaims. He frees me from my bondage to
the wall, but I’m still fettered. A second demon walks in, just as ugly as the first. He is holding a bowl of cabbage soup and he hands it to me. I look at him suspiciously. “What? There’s no
attitude? You’re actually being nice?” I ask not believing what I’m seeing. He shrugs his shoulders. I look down at my soup, wondering if he had poisoned it like last time. A sharp
pain attacks my face and I am knocked to the ground, my soup flying everywhere. He smacked me. They laugh. Both demons exit as I struggle to get up. At least this time they
forgot to chain me back to the wall. I stand up and look at the empty bowl. I guess I won’t be eating today, as if that reality is any different from the typical situation. My bruised body
drags itself to the corner of the cell. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them. I sigh and look down at my body. I am clothed in a black sackcloth dress. The back of the dress is
torn apart, making it easier for me to get whipped.
Being here is very hard. I am beaten and flogged on a daily basis. The Pit of Despair is a place of terrible suffering. The sun never shines. It is always night. People say that this pit is
the burial place of joy, peace, and all things good. In here, it feels like God doesn’t exist, but he does. It’s just really hard to feel his presence. That’s how tribulation works. I’ve never
been outside of the Pit of Despair. All I’ve ever known is pain, suffering, and persecution. My name is Jasmine and this is my story.
Chp. 1
I am broken, beaten, and torn apart. I am chained up in the Pit of Despair with no way to get out. My arms are shackled above my head and I am hanging on the wall of my cell by my
extremities. I have been in this spiritual, emotional prison for years. I am undeserving of this punishment, but I have to face it anyway.
My cell is part of an underground cave. It’s medieval-like. Skeletons of deceased prisoners adorn the walls. There is a cesspool in the corner of the cave. I am barred in this
cell. Loud footsteps and male voices are heard. The screeching of the opening door rings in my ears. A demon enters. He’s tall and horrifyingly ugly. His eyes are a bright red and he is
covered in dark scales and silver horns. His teeth are sharp and dark yellow. His skin is a pale gray. “Time to eat, you piece of trash!” he angrily exclaims. He frees me from my bondage to
the wall, but I’m still fettered. A second demon walks in, just as ugly as the first. He is holding a bowl of cabbage soup and he hands it to me. I look at him suspiciously. “What? There’s no
attitude? You’re actually being nice?” I ask not believing what I’m seeing. He shrugs his shoulders. I look down at my soup, wondering if he had poisoned it like last time. A sharp
pain attacks my face and I am knocked to the ground, my soup flying everywhere. He smacked me. They laugh. Both demons exit as I struggle to get up. At least this time they
forgot to chain me back to the wall. I stand up and look at the empty bowl. I guess I won’t be eating today, as if that reality is any different from the typical situation. My bruised body
drags itself to the corner of the cell. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them. I sigh and look down at my body. I am clothed in a black sackcloth dress. The back of the dress is
torn apart, making it easier for me to get whipped.
Being here is very hard. I am beaten and flogged on a daily basis. The Pit of Despair is a place of terrible suffering. The sun never shines. It is always night. People say that this pit is
the burial place of joy, peace, and all things good. In here, it feels like God doesn’t exist, but he does. It’s just really hard to feel his presence. That’s how tribulation works. I’ve never
been outside of the Pit of Despair. All I’ve ever known is pain, suffering, and persecution. My name is Jasmine and this is my story.