Three weeks has felt like a lifetime. Dasan does what they can to try and provoke our guard so that they get most of his sadistic urges. I don’t know why they are trying so hard to protect me, but my heart breaks every time they are violated on my behalf. Yet, guilt pulls at me for feeling grateful to them. I can see how caring they are with their actions, but with each additional beating they take just so he won’t touch me, the guilt grows.
The room grows quiet after he leaves, but I can faintly hear Dasan, thankfully, breathing. “Dasan…” My whisper sounded loud against the stone walls. “Dasan… please answer me…Please tell me. What clan are you from?” I held my breath as I waited for them to answer me after taking a few blows to the head. I sighed in relief when they finally answered. “
