"J-just le-eave m-me alone" I force out. My words slow and painful. Each word feels like a thousand knives slicing my throat and then pouring acid on that...no I'm not kidding, that's not an exaggeration. I wouldn't even be surprised if Slyder did that as a new type of torture.

It's the fifth time the psycho has come in here, each time to deliver a new and more excruciating torture technique.

The first time he slammed a hammer down on each of my toes. I can feel the dried blood through the aching of my feet.

The second time he dropped a few pieces of fine salt in my eyes. It burned enough for me to temporarily forget the pain in my feet and to make it worse I couldn't rub it out of my eyes. My hands and feet were chained backwards to a chair.

The third time he stuck bamboo needles under my nails.

The fourth time he brought a knife and sliced off layers of my skin, then poured a bucket of a mixture of salt, rubbing alcohol and lemon juice all over them. I'm surprised if anyone can be able to recognize me.

I've only been here one day and I've endured more torture and pain than I ever could have imagined. Yet I forced myself to never give him the satisfaction of crying.

Every inch of my body burns and throbs. It takes everything in me not to cry. I've never wanted to die more in my life.

I tried slamming the back of my throbbing head multiple times against the metal chair, but after hearing something crack, my brain wouldn't allow me to do it anymore.

I tried holding my breath, but of course that didn't work either.

I even tried turning my head as fast as I could from left to right, hoping that my neck would snap.

Unrealistic, I know.

None of my suicide attempts worked, so I was forced to sit here in my own urine, as he switched the temperature from freezing cold, to boiling hot, coming in every few hours to torture me again, telling me over and over again that Adelram's dead.

But I won't listen to him. Adelram's alive, I just know it. He has to be.

Slyder lets out a mocking laugh "Kammie Kammie Kammie. Don't tell me you think that pathetic excuse for a plea will actually convince me to leave. I've thought up a new torture technique and am quite excited to try it out" Slyder enthuses, disgustingly excited.

The pain that I've immediately felt after waking up earlier today hasn't lessen at all, so it's still near impossible to force myself to speak.

"G-g" I squeeze my eyes shut and take a big gulp of my already almost completely dry mouth, creating a fit of painful coughs. "Go away" I wheeze out once I'm able to calm down.

"What was that?" Slyder questions mockingly putting a hand behind his ear as if he's trying to hear me. But I know he's only trying to get me to speak so I would go have to endure more pain.

I already know there's no point in trying to fight it. He's going to torture me, and me painfully talking is only prolonging the inevitable.

So I shut my mouth and sag my head down in defeat, waiting to go through the newest form of torture.

"Aw, are you scawed? Poor whittle Kammie doesn't wanna speak? Does it hwut?" He mocks in a baby voice.

I don't say anything, instead I keep my head low as I try to force my mind to go to a different place, to think about anything but what he's going to do now.

Suddenly I feel a knee smash violently against my nose, spraying blood all over the place. It feels like someone just stuck an active chainsaw up my nostril. It burns so bad. Why does it hurt so bad? Never mind, I already know.

"You answer when I speak to you!" Slyder demands angrily.

I sink my teeth into my chapped and bloody bottom lip fighting the pain radiating through my body. Ignoring the metallic taste that comes into my mouth.

I hate this, I can't stand it. Him demanding respect, me being forced to give it to him, being tortured and tortured time after time, a never ending pain constantly buzzing in my body. I don't know how Abigail lived like this for so long, or perhaps he hadn't been so harsh on her.

I watch with terrified wide eyes as Slyder pulls a small silver key out of his pocket, and unlocks the metal bar squeezed tightly against my arm, pressing it to the chair. He then unlocks my chained legs.

You're probably thinking now's your chance, Kamaria! Go! Escape! Kick him in the balls, stream some illumination, use your telekinesis! But I wouldn't know, because he's somehow taken away my powers. I don't know if he's been feeding me pills while I'm asleep, or if he made some sort of thing that takes away my abilities and put it in the room, I'm just not sure. All I know is that my powers are gone.

But even if I did have my powers, I wouldn't be able to use them, I'm just so weak. Every inch of my body feels like jello.

"Stand up" he commands. I try to make myself, but I can barely even move my head, let alone entire body.

He rolls his eyes, annoyed, and roughly grabs my arm as he wraps his hand around my injuries. I wince in pain and he jerks me upward, forcefully.

Of course as soon as I'm standing up, I'm falling straight onto the hard cool floor my legs unable to hold my weight.

I suddenly feel a powerful kick smashing into my rib cage, flinching when I hear something crack.

"Get up!" Slyder screams at me, but I don't move, I'm not sure I would even if I could.

I feel another kick angrily smash into my ribs. Shooting up a thousand bolts of pure pain. Breathing begins to hurt and each breath becomes a battle.

After a few more kicks, Slyder finally gives up and grabs a handful of my hair, painfully dragging my flesh across the floor and out the door.

It stings horribly every move that we make. He's yanking my hair while rubbing my raw body across his dirty carpet. Little pieces of carpet snagging onto my skin flabs and tearing even more of my skin off of me.

I'm yelling in agony the whole time that I'm being dragged until finally, thankfully, he stops.

Thank God, I was certain my throbbing body wouldn't hold much more dirt without becoming a walking infection.

But I realize I thanked God much too soon when Slyder opens the door in front of him revealing a small room filled entirely with bright red bars on every inch of the room except a small square on the other side of the room. The floors the walls even the ceiling is covered with these red bars and I instantly feel the boiling hot air wave as soon as he opens the door.

Oh no, please no.

"St-op. P-p-plea-please don't d-do this" I beg, each word vomiting out of my mouth feeling like I'm drinking straight acid.

Slyder furiously wraps the handful of my hair around his hand and yanks back as hard as he can, causing my neck and body to jerk back and a searing pain travel from my scalp and create an even more horrific migraine.

He then shoves me into the boiling hot room and slams the door shut, locking it.

Instantly my body burns against the scorching bars making up the floor. I'm almost out of hope that Adelram will come and save me, though I still force myself to stand. Every cell in me is screaming to stop and lay back down. I can't see, white flashes take over my vision and ringing in my ear deafens me.

I jump up but that only takes me away from the sweltering hot floor for seconds before crashing my feet right back onto them.

It chars my feet painfully.

Imagine going to the amusement park and walking bare foot on the cement when the sun is shining. Don't know what I mean?

Try imagining that your standing directly on the sun.

It's like that.

I make my weak body run across the searing floor to the small, itty bitty square where there is regular flooring, but it's only the size big enough for me to stand, and I have to stand completely still because only two inches away from me on both sides are bars making up the walls that are just as hot as the ones on the floor. A wave of pain crashes into me.

Already there's sweat covering every inch of my body the sweat burning as it runs into cuts on my body. My back closest to the metal bars on the wall feels like its boiling and a part of me just wants to lay down on the hot bars until I die but I can't bring myself to actually put myself through that pain.

My screams of pain echo around the room, chaotically making my throat light up in pain. I'm about to begin crying from the intense pain, when suddenly I remember something.

I reach into my bra and am relieved when I pull out the small, partially dissolved pill covered in breast sweat. I close my eyes reminding myself that the pain I'm enduring is much much worse than swallowing some sweat. So I shove the pill in my mouth and swallow, gagging just slightly when I think about what I just put in my mouth. But the pain I'm felling and the smell of burning flesh, which in case you were wondering isn't pleasant, told me that I made the right choice.

I only will have to feel this excruciating pain for a few moments longer before sleep overcomes me.

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