The days in that room could no longer be felt. Time melted into something immeasurable. Sometimes, Nathan woke in a cold sweat, feeling as though he had just been executed, only to realize it was a dream.
In truth, Nathan wished the dream would become reality. His silence here was only driving him further into madness. He felt the precipice of his sanity beginning to crumble.
Death was the greatest gift he could receive right now. Unfortunately, Damian continued to grant him breath.
Nathan sat in the corner of the room, his body hunched. His fingers moved slowly, as if counting something that never ended. In that silence, the door suddenly swung open. The sharp scent of masculine cologne crept in ahead of the figure behind it.
“Hi, Nathan. I’m not in the mood for pleasantries this time
