Harming

Time goes on and on. I never heard from that woman again, but often wondered what had happened to her. My life became monotonous, filled only with Eric, punishments, occasional orgasms, and endless darkness. It's been a long time since I've seen the sun, or the moon, or any light that doesn't come from a candle or a night light. I lost track of the date. Usually I can tell from the times he delivers the food, not anymore. Now that I know, Eric feeds me whatever he thinks I should, at whatever hours he thinks fit. I'm slowly losing. If only I had a little sense of time, I would be able to…don't know…do something.

Eventually, I became so angry that I removed the night light from the wall and threw it as hard as I could, listening to it shatter. I almost cried for hours in the pitch-black night, afraid to take off the night light in the bathroom and move it, because I certainly wouldn't be able to find the latch. Peering through the slit under the door, I hoped to see something, but all