*
I woke to nothing. They had left. And I was on the floor.
After I blacked out for what felt like the hundredth time, they must've released me. I had no idea when that was, it could've been midday or midnight and I wouldn't know. I still didn't have a clue what time it was, let alone what day.
My stomach growled, feeling emptier than any vacuum in space. I hadn't eaten since before I got here and sometimes that didn't bother me, but other times - like now - it felt like my stomach was trying to eat itself from lack of food.
I pushed myself into a sitting position, not bothering to get up. I rubbed at my eyes which were still heavy from sleep. The door clunked and slammed open. Someone wanted to make a dramatic entrance.
As I blinked at the entering figures I registered somewhere in my far off brain that it was Frank and his torture guy. Great.
***
They played their game again. Over and over. Only it was so much worse because my back was already tender, making the knife feel so much worse.
My pain must've been obvious because of the short cut groans I made every few cuts. Frank wasn't even asking questions, but if he was I still wouldn't have answered. I was in pain but not defeated.
After hours of playing, they abruptly left, leaving me with a bloody back and sore knees. I shimmied my hands out of the loosely tied rope and without that holding me, my body weight tipped me forwards and I had to brace myself against the wall.
A tray of slop was passed through the door almost straight away, food that wasn't poisoned and only enough to keep me alive. Then I was left to myself, waiting in anticipation for the next torture session.
***
After what had to be days or even weeks of torture my body was protesting heavily. I tried to heal every wound I could and keep somewhat active - and by that, I mean walking at the speed of a sloth around the room.
As my body slowly told me to give up, my mind started to give in. I had done so much training but the real situation is so different from that cruel yet controlled environment.
It didn't make it any better that my captivity and torture sessions were especially brutal because of Frank's hatred of me. Our past wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows for Frank and he was, as promised, returning the favour.
***
I had no idea how long I'd been kept but I wanted it to end. The sporadic torture sessions were messing with my head and I couldn't take much more.
Frank and his torture man had tried what had to be every method of torture under the sun. The physical and psychological challenges were slowly killing me, I knew it.
But I woke peacefully after getting some rest and was immediately suspicious. I hadn't been woken abruptly by a beating and I'd actually gotten plenty of sleep. Something was being planned.
I didn't have to wait long to find out what it was though. Apparently, the security cameras in the corners had speakers because a shriek filled the room and then stopped. I jumped at the sound. Then, another scream sounded, then another until there was an awful cacophony of pained, tortured screaming.
The screams varied between old and young. Men and women. Even children. I'd heard plenty of screams at the guild but the incessant cries for help because of pain was like nothing else, piercing my eardrums as they continued.
At one point I thought I heard the scream of Nathan. My heart lurched as if it had been stabbed.
They were insufferable and cruel. They played for what felt like an eternity and I just needed. Them. To. STOP.
In a place of weakness, I sucked in as much air as I could and held my breath. Slowing my heartbeat impossibly low, I forced myself to go unconscious. It was a cowardly move, one that I'd be ashamed of when I had the mental capacity, but at that point, I welcomed the darkness and the relief it brought.
***
When I woke up, I registered the quiet and sighed in relief. I was given food, but that's when my luck ran out. The screams filled the room when I was halfway through my meal.
That's how so many hours were spent; in fear of the screams that haunted my dreams and cowering when they sounded in reality.
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