Wei Ying's destroyed heart (Complete) Edited

1: Where did it all go wrong?

Wei Ying lay on the floor of the small dark room, arms bound behind his back, and the rope that tied his legs together was tied to a metal pole that went from roof to floor. Even if he was not bound in such a way, he would not even bother trying to escape. He didn't use his Demonic Cultivation to call for help because ........ since he woke up here the first time weeks ago ......... he had just given up.

Why should I bother trying to fight them?

They had made up their minds before I woke up.

They believe him.

They turned away from me.

He turned from me .........

.............

Is he still alive?

Is he healed?

Is he dead?

No, if he had died, I would not still be alive.

They would have killed me on the spot.

These questions ran though his mind over the long unending hours, day and night, even as he forced himself not to cough up the blood in his lungs. He needed to keep it all inside and show them nothing. No one would utter a single word on how that man was and that is what hurt the most at the moment.

I will not let them see my pain.

He knew when the four men arrive to take him to be interrogated, they would untie the ropes on his legs and he would just walk to the hall and then kneel there, arms still bound.

Silently.

He would kneel before those men and not say a single word.

Why should I?

Why should I say a single damn word to them ........ Even if he was not keeping his lips firmly closed to keep in the blood, he would refuse to say anything to them.

They have betrayed me.

They have turned their back on me.

They .......... Hate me.

He had only eaten a small amount since he woke up here. He just couldn't make himself eat much with the pain in his heart. He felt weak and never bothered stopping the punches that landed on him when he was returned to this room. The guards were so angry at him for something that was not even his fault.

The two men who interrogated him only ever yelled and questioned. Speaking such degrading words to him. However the four men, who would walk him to and from those inquisitions, would always throw him back into the room, and tie his legs then proceed to punch and kick him. But, for some reason, they never went for the face.

Wei Ying let a sigh escape as he heard four set of feet moving towards his prison. The door was thrown open, ties removed, not just his legs this time, his hands were also released, and he was dragged to his feet even as the sun had only just pushed its head over the horizon.

He knew this was the day he was waiting for.

This is the day I will be thrown away completely.

This is the day they have always been looking forwards to.

This is the day I will never again step foot into this place.

Once I am gone from here, I will never see any of them again.

But I just want to know if he is alive.