Erik
I slowly regain consciousness and wonder what fresh torrent of hell awaits me today. Yet, my body does not scream in agony as I have become accustom to, the bite of chains around my wrists and ankles doesn’t grind against my very bones. My back feels cushioned on a soft comfortable material, my skin feels normal instead of open wounds grating on a rough stone wall.
My mind doubts itself, what fresh torture have they conjured up to try and break me even further, honestly I am broken, they don’t need to do anything more to me, I welcome the final death rather than this existence of incessant pain and torture.
Resisting the temptation to open my eyes and be exposed to their tricks I try to pretend I am still unconscious, perhaps they will leave me alone a little longer. “He should
