Day after day, night after night, A.E. subjected me to an endless stream of tortures. He performed every atrocity imaginable on my helpless form, laughing in counterpoint to my ceaseless screams.
And he was right about my never missing out on anything. As bad as the pain got, I never blacked out. As awful as his treatments were, I never dropped away into oblivion.
The scarlet sun rose and set, rose and set. My days blurred together, varying only in the specifics of the tortures he inflicted.
Every morning, he asked me the same question. "Do you genuinely regret what you did to me?"
Like everything else, it always ended the same way. "Yes!" I said the same thing every time. "I regret it!"
After which, A.E. would narrow his fiery yellow eyes and meet my gaze, staring deep into m
