Cassandra
Pain and darkness were all I had known for several days. Or was it weeks? It was impossible to tell anymore. The darkness I was bathed in was only broken when the man came to me. He took great joy in trying to break me. He didn't know who he was dealing with though. I didn't fear death. I never had. He could kill me and I still would remain silent. Well, as silent as I could.
I was nothing in the grand scheme of things and he was wasting his time. He would figure that out eventually and I hoped I might have a quick death. The chains burned into my skin. I don't know what they were made of, but it made me powerless. Not that I had much power left anyway. It had slowly faded over time. So much that I hadn't even been able to prevent my kidnapping. The burning was more annoying th
