We don't put the bathroom light on and shut the door. For a moment we catch ourself wishing we were back there. Not that we miss the rape and torture but the darkness in between with maybe just the outline of the line visible in the darkness if were being held in Skene, Dundee, Jersey or some other domestic type location. We remembered how our brain would play with that rectangular outline or just the line if that was all that was visible trying to keep itself alive. No responsibilities, no hope, no feelings at all just darkness.
We were like plants they wanted to flower. We heard someone say if there was any light at all it didn't work. The Todd's liked us positioned so we could see the line of light though so we wouldn't forget where we were and that we belonged to them.
Ffs how many ppl can we possibly belong to?