ROBERTO
How long has it been?
Days? Week?
I don't even know, I've been held in this place for only f***s know when. My daily routine? Torture.
Yesterday, they moved me to another place, all I remember was being dragged out of this dungeon and then to another. My memories have been tangled over the past few days, and I feared that I may soon start to forget things.
My eyesight had been dulled due to the serums and drugs they forced into my mouth, I could no longer feel my limbs or move.
My stomach grumbled every second, I was barely fed. This made it even worse for me to move. I felt stuck. My hands were chained against the wall while my feet were free but it was of no use. I was still helpless.
I need to leave this place.
Clara! I groaned as I tried to move. The only person
