The dirt castle

The day had come once again after the most horrific night I've witnessed in years. The roaring screams that ricochet down the abyss of the dark pit that imprisoned I. The damp soils, that are my castle walls, radiating like an a.c. duct. My starved stomach growling for even the tiniest crumb. My body aching, from his guilty pleasure, the crippling gouges of missing skin from which my organs used to be stationed. My eyes, blurred from the lack of water or, perhaps, it was the drugs he has me on to keep me from escaping. Every time I try and speak nothing comes out. The skin on my lips, sown closed. Sitting in the bottom of the pit dirty, hungry, lonely, my mind playing tricks on me. The deafening screams from his newest victims make me ball. Those poor unsuspecting women. As he becomes unfazed with them slowly one by one each woman ends up in the castle of mud. Some bleeding most dead. At last he has discovered that I was alive... That I could be his toy...Then I shall no longer be...