Every move, every breath made one part of her body or another ache.  And when she complained, rather than coming to her aid, they gagged her tightly with a cloth.  Her screams now whimpers, her movements now crippled, her every effort went into not panicking.  

She lay there, trying to listen to what her captors were discussing.  Every so often looking up at them.  For some reason this seemed to bother one of the captors more than the others, and he took out a maroon bandana, which he used to blindfold poor Carmen, leaving her in darkness.  She could see some shadow of the light in the room, but that was all.  

After some more hushed discussion, it was announced that she would be dealt with later, and that for now she would be left alone.  With that, the footsteps left the room, and the door to the cell was shut and locked.

That had been hours ago, or so it seemed.  Carmen knew she had slept at one point or another, but there was nothing she could do.  Every movement, every twitch, caused her pain in her limbs.  Her knees, elbows and shoulders all screamed for relief, to be able to move, but there was no way they could.  

But that was not the worst.  Worst of all was the darkness.  The darkness that was forced upon her, the maroon cloth that deprived her of ther sight.  She could not see, and after a time she began to wonder if she would ever see anything again...