I've always hated the smell of blood and I absolutely reek of it, the smell turns my stomach but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of being sick, he's already getting enough of a kick from torturing me as it is, the pathetic bastard.
I've lost track of the days I've been here in this hell hole. But I know it's been a while, and he's getting more frustrated trying to figure out power. I'm not giving him any answers, not that I could give him much anyway, i only know that Tristan is the key to unlocking me but apart from that I've no idea what I can do with my power once it's unlocked.
What I do know is that my wrists and ankles are at severe risk now. I don't know how much longer I can stand. The silver on my skin is leaving heavy burns and blisters, but like hell am I taking this ly
