I always used to think that as long as you keep your hope alive through the worst of times you might eventually reach a light at the end that makes your suffering worth it.


    Guess I was wrong.


    ***


    I don’t know where I am I don’t know where here is, the first thing I heard when I woke up was the buzzing of flies


    I was covered in shit,


    I was shit,


    That’s what it felt like being chained in a dark errie basement


    It didn’t take long to realize I was someone’s slave.


    Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why! I shouted this for days


    Why!?


    My screams echoing across these walls of my despair, of my hate


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    Why?


    That’s all I want to know.


    Why me.


    After a week or so I’d been starved to the point of death,


    My will broken


    My mind in despair, I didn’t have the strength to even speak


    After another week had passed


    Someone came and fed me, it was a man dressed in black his entire eyes were back


    He stared into my eyes and started muttering something, but I couldn’t hear


    The flies kept buzzing in my ears


    After he finished his muttering, he left with a satisfied look on his face


    The next day he came in and beat me


    Broke my jaw and ribs


    I took it in silence.


    This happened every day after that


    I hate it I hate it I hate it.


    Is this hell? I thought. What sin did I commit to deserve this?


    The goddamn flies won’t stop buzzing in my ear.


    I want to die.


    ***


    “Slave!” my master Pedria shouted


    I’ve been here two months and that bastard hasn’t even asked for my name.


    “slave!”, I’m calling you


    <Slaps>


    Why have you taken so long to come?


    "Master I…” I started to


    <Slaps> He hits me again


    Do not explain yourself to me slave


    “I have called you for………”


    Day by day I was given excruciating tasks designed to further break my will


    It was as though he was more interested in breaking me to my very last fiber than owning a slave,


    He succeeded.


    “Is that clear, Slave?” Pedria finished


    I nod in silence and pull out an orb


    “Where did you get…”


    His voice drowned out by the buzzing in my ear


    The rest I don’t want to remember.


    The buzzing stopped.