224: Past

He can't believe he's going to die in this miserable place.

He has no clue of how many hours have passed, all he knows is that he's lost all hope whatsoever. He's never been this thirsty before in all his life. He can't even manage to scream for help anymore. His body is shutting down, he can feel it. It doesn't help that he hasn't hydrated properly in some days. He was drinking at the party.

His hands are incredibly sore. He's been pounding at that piece of metal for a door for hours. He managed to free himself, but it didn't benefit him in any way. He's still stuck in this room. His voice is hoarse now, he can barely utter a word without feeling pain in his throat. This is it. This is the end. This is how he dies.

He's gone from feeling angry to feeling like he deserves all this shit that's happening to him. He deserves an end like this. How many people has he fucked over before? He fucked those girls and gave them hope. He promised them that someday she'd work for them but he disca