Everyone Starts Somewhere

Every Opportunity To Die

I was broken, that sight chased away any hopes that I had of escape, but he was sadistic, he moved Phil's body to the corner of the room, still visible in the dingey light, his arm out stretched towards me, bearing witness to every inhumane Nightmare that awaited me.
Months must have past this way, maybe only weeks, we didn't have a way to tell time, but that didn't stop the men from trying to save me and die trying. As more men died, the closer the damn bastard moved the bodies until they surrounded me, the putrid smell of rotting flesh sickened me as I watched flea-bitten mangey rats gnaw at the remaining tissue and bones. I swore that if I ever escaped, I would personally kick the bastard in the balls. He came by my cage one day and promised me that this one would be different. All I knew is that I would not let this man die saving me. I would no longer be the victim, for Phil's sake and for all the others I would see sunlight again. They each deserved a proper burial, I swore on Phil's soul that the next man would see his friends and family again and I meant to keep that promise.
Unfortunately the next man was an ex-marine who nearly got me out but I twisted my ankle and he got shot because of my injury slowing us down, the bastard knocked me out again and when I came to, three new locks rested on my cage, two on the latches and one attached to my chain attached to my collar.
There was no escape, a bit of my soul died in that instant, realizing that this was going to be my end: cold, tired, hungry, alone, surrounded by the corpses of fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, and lovers. Oh God, What had I done?