25 July 2012
Pain laced through him as the blade dug deep into his flesh. He locked his jaw refusing to give her satisfaction. He felt warm liquid run down his chest knowing all to well it was his blood. He was cursed with longevity and the ability to heal quickly. His wrist were raw from rubbing against the cuffs to get free as were his ankles. He waited for darkness to take him away from the pain. When he regained consciousness he would be healed. But darkness didn't come he tenses from the pain only causing it to hurt even more.
The witch would leave him to wither in pain. He would not escape it this time. She would enjoy the satisfaction of him unable to escape it. And no one would come to help him when he called for it.
Forgotten • Opuss № I