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
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
Why have you taken so long to come?
"Master I…” I started to
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.
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