* Warning: suicide scenes depicted in this chapter *
I jolted up awake. I am not sure what woke me but I was suddenly pulled from my slumber. I am a little disoriented at first, but I quickly gather my wits.
I am still in the torture chamber and still laying in a pool of my own blood. It is still damp, so I have not been out for very long.
I slowly try to sit up.
The scream that leaves my mouth is deafening.
The pain is unbearable.
You would think that going through similar situations on a regular occurrence, would help to build up my pain tolerance. But no it is still as awful as it was from the very start.
My chest feels like it has been doused in acid. There is not a part on my chest that is not hurting. My skin feels stretched and pulled tight, making the wounds feel l
