Memories. That's all they were. Pure of hatred and dread towards anyone and everyone. They had used him, twisted his mind and fed it with lies. He had endured the unmentionable, buried deep all the light in his life. He was changed, but so were they. He was safe with them, that's what they kept saying. But how could he be so sure when all he knew about them was dark and evil. He was once captured, but was then found. So why does he feel so lost? ~Sequel to Captured~