They came at midnight, they came and they made them all cry and whimper. When they left they took half of them with them, the adults and killed the rest, the children. They took them to what can only be called H*** and once they were there they knew in their souls that there was no way out. No matter what they tried it was always the same, cuts bruises and beating that left dead flesh and broken bones. It seemed that if they even thought about escape they were punished, that if they tried to be enthusiastic they were made a fool. When it came time to eat if they weren’t first it was almost a sure thing they would go hungry for another weak. All they did was sit until it was time to be punished. For what? They don’t know, no one knows.