Dolorosa

Between these walls, time seems to have stopped. Days, weeks, months maybe, the young woman doesn't know for how long she has been trapped in there. Alone and desperate, with no one but this gloved hand that brings her food each day and caresses her sometimes at night...her last link with the world of the living. And the demons of her past... Between these walls, time seems to have stopped. Days, weeks, months maybe, the young woman doesn't know for how long she has been trapped in there. Alone and desperate, with no one but this gloved hand that brings her food each day and caresses her sometimes at night...her last link with the world of the living. And the demons of her past... Between these walls, time seems to have stopped. Days, weeks, months maybe, the young woman doesn't know for how long she has been trapped in there. Alone and desperate, with no one but this gloved hand that brings her food each day and caresses her sometimes at night...her last link with the world of the living. And the demons of her past... Between these walls, time seems to have stopped. Days, weeks, months maybe, the young woman doesn't know for how long she has been trapped in there. Alone and desperate, with no one but this gloved hand that brings her food each day and caresses her sometimes at night...her last link with the world of the living. And the demons of her past...