ROBERTO

How long has it been?

Days? Week?

I don't even know, I've been held in this place for only Fucks know when. My daily routine? Torture.

Yesterday, they moved me to another place, all I remember was being dragged out of this dungeon and then to another. My memories have been tangled over the past few days, and I feared that I may soon start to forget things.

My eyesight had been dulled due to the serums and drugs they forced into my mouth, I could no longer feel my limbs or move.

My stomach grumbled every second, I was barely fed. This made it even worse for me...