From the Perspective of Black Knight:
I estimated that I had been down in this little musky hole for about 4 days. My dungeon was windowless, but I could tell there was a distant window from the door that let in enough light to tell a time of day. I had counted 4 night cycles. Edward came in alone every few hours to attempt to break me, and to let me relieve myself in the small chamber pot in the corner. It was humiliating, but I wasn't lying to him when I told him that I didn't break. At least they had been feeding me bland porridge and stale bread, which was terrible, but helped keep my strength up. The last thing I needed was this human body to fail on me.
The door to my small chamber opened once more, and my heart skipped a beat in fear when I heard more than one set of footsteps. T
