Cabin

Day: 1

I woke up in a wood cabin, it was dark but I could tell that there was only one bed in which my hands were bound. From what I could see, the rest of the cabin was empty, and all of the Windows were boarded up. All except for one, directly behind the bed which let light beam down on me. I've been here for what seems like a week, all fear that I've had has fled my body, I figure what's the point of fearing what's coming? There's no way to stop it. And to add on to this my only way to keep track of time is the difference is shades of light throughout the days.

As for meals, a man and woman bring me three meals a day, if I refuse, the man beats me until I eat, and trust me, his fists hurt, I still have bruises from my first day here. The food that the woman feeds me is usually something blue that looks like baby food, I can't believe I actually used to eat something like that. But on occasions, she'd bring me something solid, the last time she brought steak, mashed potatoes, and assorted vegetables, in which she untied me to let me eat. I hugged and thanked her, she smiled but then the man restrained me after I drank a glass of this green liquid.

For about ten minutes I was perfectly fine, but then my stomach started to ache, and my head felt like I was being beaten with a baseball bat. Everything started to spin, I didn't feel dizzy, though I still hated the feeling. This went on for, I don't even know how long, but everything went black when I felt that I had to hurl.