Merlin- Gone

4 months

Merlin's pov
I finally gave up on hoping they would come. I was going to die, but it wouldn't happen so soon. I wished the guy would just plunge a dagger into my chest so my suffering would end.
    The everyday routine would be wake up with steaming or freezing water splashed in my face and be tortured until he was finished. Then I eat the small portion of food, but it usually comes back up, and go back to sleep. I never new if it was light outside or not. I didn't care anymore.
He had told me we were in the Dark Tower, but that was no use to me. I couldn't write a letter to Arthur saying-
Dear Arthur,
I need you to come rescue me before I die. I am in the Dark Tower!
Your soon to dead friend,
Merlin
4 months of torture would have killed me, but somehow I am not dead. Maybe it was my magic. I wish I could just turn it off so I can die. Arthur is protected. No harm will come to him with everyone around him.
    "WAKE UP!" The guy yelled as he dumped boiling water on my face. I screamed with pain. He grabbed my already cut and bruised arm making me wince. He ties me up and starts his daily torture.
     "Do you really think that Arthur will come for you? Do you really see him as a friend? Well, right now everyone is rejoicing because you are gone." At that he took out a knife and sliced my arm. He had never used a knife in his torture so his was far time the worst day.
    Blood poured out of the pale arm like a river with an amazing waterfall but this was not amazing.
    "Do you really think that one is bad, well how about this one?" He said as he plunged the knife into my stomach. I screamed as loud as I possibly could as tears poured out of my eyes. This was definitely my last day.