The little girl is huddled in the dark. She feels the bugs crawling on her and claws at her skin. She is terrified and disgusted. She strains against the chain at her throat, but makes no progress. Her throat burns with thirst. She cannot reach her water bucket. The heat and thirst are unbearable. She waits. And, waits. And, waits. Unable to bear the burning in her throat any longer she uses her outstretched feet to kick the bucket over, sending her water into the the trench where she used the bathroom many hours ago. She gags with disgust but leans down and laps her water. Feeling the burning in her throat ease a bit, she thinks of outside. Of plenty of room to run away. Of air that doesn't stink and cool water washing the yuck away from her skin. She longs for outside. But, to get outside, the door will have to open. And, with that, comes the pain.
