Each time I fell asleep, the man would pour more of the burning water over my face. It smelt wrong, not like normal water, so I thought there must be something in it that was causing me so much pain. I willed myself to stay awake as much as I could, but the water and chains were draining the energy out of me, leaving me tired and weak.
I’d lost track of the days and nights- everything blurring into one- so instead I measured them in pain and torture. Some bouts were worse than others, especially when the unknown man would come to see me. He had a particular fondness of the burning water. Liam came some days; his torture was entertaining. He would run wolfsbane over my skin. Though it hurt, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the water.
I hadn’t slept in a long time. My eyes were permanent
