I know how I ended up in this dark room, again. But, this time I was sure I did not deserve it. Somewhere in this empty, soulless cubicle, I could hear a scream. It was loud and full of pain.
And it was all in my head.
I could feel a slight itch at the back of my throat, the sides of my mouth were withered and wrinkled, and my head ached so bad.
How long had it been? How many days?
I smacked my lips, searching for any ounce of liquid. I’d been on the same spot for a while now, my entire muscle was starting to go numb. I wanted to cry, to just let it all out, but my body was severely dehydrated.
How long was he planning to keep me locked up?
Every time I opened my mouth to say something, no words escaped them. I was trapped, I couldn’t feel my legs. I was going to die here.
I angled
