Capítulo 59: 3 Months. (Chapter 58)

"ARE YOU NOT DONE!" I'm chained up against the wall, grunting, teeth bared vibrating with pure anger. I hardly remember the taste of fresh air. In 3 months, I haven't seen the sunlight, I haven't had a drink of clean water, I haven't slept, and most importantly, I haven't had a moment of fucking silence. I remember each day of this hole. Not sure the nightmares would ever let me escape. When we got here I almost died from my gut wound and passed out. But when I woke up, I was tied to the wall with fresh herbs and leaves sticking out from my wound doing nature's work in healing. Completely weak, powerless. But I was alive, and slowly on the mend. It was dark. Soundless. Tasteless. I was in a cave. The water droplets echoed through the air creating a sinister related rhythm that allowed me to keep time, but partially driving me to the edge of insanity. The lack of light that had bothered me so much at first, after a while it just became normal. The world as I now knew it was etched in burnt charcoal, the once vibrant hues of the plants were no more than a memory. Day and night just blended into one another and all the time became excess amounts of suffering. It was us, alone, with no escape. It's the damp that does it I think. No matter the weather outside the floor is always wet in here; probably an underground spring surfaces just outside the walls and soaks the muddy floor. Day in day out, she would come here and lash me, sometimes 100 hourly. She would use her magic to burn me from the inside, or pour scalding water on my chest just to watch me scream with agony until my body willed for the sweetness of death. But she wanted something from me, that I could not give. The chains never came off. I was bound here eternally. An animal. The chains are tight, I'm sure they've imprinted on my wrists cutting deep leaving a scar. My chest is bare, my hair has grown but its no longer blonde. From sleeping in the mud, it's become a dirt brown. I've hardly been getting food, but I've hardly been getting sleep. If I sleep, I dream. If I dream, I hear her. I hear Her screams for me. How she begged me to stop and stay with her. I can never forget her. If I do, the man that is here might aswell become a Beast. She is the only thing keeping me sane. It's been months. The simultaneous torture both physically and mentally has not taken a moment of rest. She never leaves me. She comes at the same time everyday, to bring me food, and 'company' as she calls it. And then her war against me begins. Sometimes I cannot tell which is in more pain. My body or my heart.