Captured by a Demon

I had never seen his face. The only thing he allowed me to remember was the sinister voice, that sent shivers all over my body.  It was cold and demanding, relentless. Every time - there had been too many - when the guard took me to see him, I started to tremble in fear. I just never knew whether this time his patience had run out. Whether he had decided to put an end to me. The room I was in, was perhaps a bit nicer than a prison cell. I would know, I used to visit my brother in prison quite often. This room had a low bed, a wonky nightstand and a small window high up through which I could only see if I stood on my tip toes. All there was... was trees, leaves rustling in the dark twilight. It was rather small in here and the dim lights sure didn't help,  but fortunately it wasn't bad enough for my claustrophobia demons to surface. I had been here for about five days judging from the sunsets. At first, I had wasted my energy crying, yelling for help, begging the guards to let me go or to explain what was going on. Not anymore.  That second day, when the guards first took me to him for what they called an "interrogation", I just knew. I knew that there was a piece of information he wanted from me.  I knew that he wasn't going to stop at nothing to get it.  I knew that there was no escape. But I also knew that I was not going down without a fight.