The Tortured

Cont. 2

Five years of torment unfolded in the darkness of an abandoned mineshaft, where time frayed like the edges of a forgotten memory. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, a testament to the horrors that had taken root in the earth. Jon, stripped of his childhood, became a shadow of his former self, a mere specter haunted by the laughter of a life long lost. His captors were creatures of the night, sadistic men who reveled in the power they wielded over him, deriving pleasure from his pain. Their faces blurred into a grotesque mask of torment, their laughter a twisted symphony that filled the hollow void of his existence.