Melanie

My head is throbbing with intense pain as Kalav pulls, and tugs at my hair dragging me like an animal on the burning floor.

One thing I had come to realise in my short stay here is that the pain never ends. They don't sleep nor bathe or do any mundane things.

All they do is torture, torture, and torture. They derive their joy from the amount of blood they spill.

You don't die, once they have battered you enough your flesh comes back together for them to rip apart all over again.

Kalav has done unspeakable things to me, all the while I plot how to escape.

Since...