17 April 2012
The glass was clear, so he could see them observing him. However, this glass was different, it was stopping him sensing them, knowing them, being in control.
His situation was dire starved for days, he was malnourished and weak. They would of killed him but they needed to know the location of his 'other' first.
Even the strongest of wills would have been close to breaking, whilst the common man would have been destroyed to a blubbering mess such were their techniques.
He was tired, really tired; hungrier for sleep than the food, of which both he had been deprived of for three days now. He knew he would get his chance though, just as he knew they would kill him as soon as they knew the truth. It was game time, the door opened.
The Gift or The Curse - Chapter 2 • Opuss № I