“Hey!” One of the rogue guards roared from outside. “Get up and eat the damn food!”
Getting up was impossible. I couldn't. My legs have been badly bruised with all the chains and gruesome tortures.
I had an excruciating black eye on the right eye and the left was slightly swollen. There was a bleeding bruise on my arm. My clothes have been ripped apart, so they're barely keeping me from the harsh coldness of the bare floor.
I'm in hell. Literally. There was no sugarcoating or downplaying the agony I was feeling right now.
They want me to eat? My lips are slightly swollen with all those punches! How the hell can I even stomach food when my body has been so badly destroyed?
Breathing was getting harder with each second. Forcing air through my nostrils was hard work. I'd give up breat
