Staying locked up in this room for the past how many ever days that it had been, I lost count as I had no sense of time and slowly but surely, I was losing myself. Was this his way of punishing me? Because if it was, I would’ve preferred for him to beat me with his belt until I was unconscious rather than him leaving me alone in this room all alone by myself for multiple days, maybe even weeks.
He had came in and left a bucket near me for me to pee in but taking a shower was a privilege that I couldn’t have and honestly, I felt gross. I felt like like a walking germ but being disgusting was the least of my worries, boredom was the first. I had nothing to do in here, the shackle on my feet that was attached to the chain on the wall only allowed me to get a certain feet away before it yanke
