With no windows or light in this wretched room, my body feels like one with the dead. After leaving me on my own last night, the only time they returned was to inject some sort of drug into my system that rendered me weak. It left my muscles so sour to the core.
My throat feels dry and my hands are still clasped behind me. I can't move without letting out a hiss of pain. I'm covered in blood that coats my body like a second skin.
This is ridiculous.
The only reason these people are still alive is because I'm in the influence of drugs and not to mention these cuff keeping me locked. I'd like to see the look on their faces when I'm no longer in this state. The more seconds that pass, the more I'm yearning for blood from them.
Those cowards.
The drug left me paralyzed to say the least.
