#Chapter30

TORMENT

It had been multiple days since I was strapped to the ceiling with broken ribs and a slashed body, I was slowly starting to lose my sanity, I had lost count on how many times I’d lost consciousness, the Devil hadn’t fed me and hadn’t allowed me the luxury of showering or using the bathroom, instead, I was ashamed that I had peed right here, while still hanging from the ceiling by ropes that continuously kept me bound to my prison.

Embarrassed by how disgusting I had become, I could no longer look into the eyes of the Devil. I was too ashamed to. How could he even...