About the book: year / Volume 1. Volume 2. I had to wake up in my mahogany bed. And the day was supposed to start as always. From screams, moans, pleas for mercy and the metallic aroma of blood... But not from the smell of feces. I feel short of breath, my hands can barely move, my heart is tearing out of my skinny chest. I sit with my pants down on the toilet and... sobbing? Bam! The door of the toilet stall almost flies off its hinges. - Awww...Are you there? We came for you-oh-oh…