Chapter 68

Erik

I slowly regain consciousness and wonder what fresh torrent of hell awaits me today. Yet, my body does not scream in agony as I have become accustom to, the bite of chains around my wrists and ankles doesn’t grind against my very bones. My back feels cushioned on a soft comfortable material, my skin feels normal instead of open wounds grating on a rough stone wall.

My mind doubts itself, what fresh torture have they conjured up to try and break me even further, honestly I am broken, they don’t need to do anything more to me, I welcome the final death rather than this existence of incessant pain and torture.

Resisting the temptation to open my eyes and be exposed to their tricks I try to pretend I am still unconscious, perhaps they will leave me alone a little longer. “He should be awake by now Nico what if something is really wrong with him?” My heart sings at the sound of her sweet voice, my angel, my heart, my very soul, my Amelia.

Then it hardens, this is a tric