Synopsis

The weeks bled into months, then years – a relentless tide of desperation preceding their escape. The survivors of Opus Dei recounted the agonizing passage of time, the slow erosion of hope, the mounting despair that ultimately drove them to seek a different life. They spoke of the relentless pressure, the stifling control, and the pervasive sense of confinement that defined their existence. It was a slow, insidious erosion of spirit, a gradual hardening of resolve born from profound suffering.