Hidden Love

~Lost~

I've lost all track of time, all track of pain, and all track of anything. I just know it's been over a week, or at-least from what my sleep schedule thinks. I get two stupid plates of mush food everyday, it's horrible, but I guess it'll have to do. Every once and a while the man, devil, satan, whatever you wanna call him as long as it's something gruesome and mean, my favorite being satan, comes in and knocks the breath out of me somehow or another.

"Bitch.." Satan coos from the door of this walled in cell. I don't even bother to respond anymore, afraid of what I'd say to him if I even try to mutter something. The door opens and closes quickly behind him as he trudges over to my spot in the corner. I just peer up at him, not daring to move or speak. He kicks me with his large, rough, boot. I let out a slight groan and look back down at the floor. How stupid can I be to get myself into this situation?

"Heh." He mutters as he slams the door shut after leaving me bruised and bloody laying on the floor in the corner, groaning out from pain after he kicked my ribs and every part of my body over a million times. "Fuck you.." I Mutter out, knowing he can't hear me at this point. Soon my plate of mush gets slid in, but I don't dare to test my bodies strength for standing, so I just slightly move across the floor. I finally reach the plate and I wearily eat it, it looking less...mushy than normal. Something else slides through the door hole, looks to be..a camera? "Watch the film in it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." He says with a laugh.

I watch through the film, and it's just him ripping my memories up to shreds and then throwing them away. I throw the camera against the cement wall. "Fuck you you sadistic bastard!" I yell throughout tears. "Also, that blonde chick you were with in them was hot as fuck, mind telling me her name?" He coos through the other side. "I'm not for one moment telling you her name for one second." I say as I throw the plate back through the hole and hear a groan from him. "You'll get your clothes and things back if you do, maybe even released." He coos. "Fine, I guess I will. Her name is Mars Fay Ento." I say with a smirk, the first fake name that comes to mind. "Thanks doll." He says with a smirk before opening the door and handing me my bag. "Bad thing is, I don't have my memories anymore bastard." I say with a smirk as I stand up wearily. I walk over to him, surprisingly being taller. "Doors that way." He says emotionlessly. I kick his knees and they buckle, making him drop to the ground. And with that, I step right on him as I walk out.

I probably could've done something more, but my ribs ache and I don't wanna stay in this place any longer. I don't care about all the dirty looks I'm getting due to my dirty clothes out in the crowded city, but all I do care about is how lost I am.

God, how am I gonna find my way back home?