I sat in the barber's chair completely unconscious. It had only been a week since I was captured but it felt like an eternity. Like he said, my limbs were growing back. Even at a slow rate, they were. However every time they started to grow back he would cut them off again. He would cut the skin all over my body then cover my wounds in salt and vinegar. I had tried to escape several times when he would leave me, thinking I was unconscious but they never worked. Now my arms and legs were nailed to the chair to keep me from attempting it again.

Every so often though the nails would be pushed out and the hole where they once were became healed. Then he would nail them in again. I realized the more he did the sooner it was until it had to be done again. As if my healing was becoming faster. After the fifth day I started to notice that as my healing became faster my pain tolerance went up.

No matter what though I would eventually succumb to the pain and lose consciousness. Those moments where I was asleep and not being tortured were the only thing I had to look forward to. Whenever I would though I always ended up talking to Tim. The kid was more annoying than useful but atleast I wouldn’t be lonely during this endeavor. I wondered if Scott and Elysif ever went looking for me. They had to have done something. Wait, I take that back. Last time I was in trouble Scott watched from a distance while drinking and Elysif was taking a nap. It’s hopeless, no one is coming to save me.

To add to my issues Tim will not help me at all. All the kid ever does is complain about my annoying screams and asks to play games. Why is everyone around me so selfish and useless.?

“Whatcha thinkin about?” Tim asked while floating upside down. The long hair on one side of Tim’s face was nearly touching the floor and had turned a sleek black while the short hair on the other hand turned a silvery white.

“How the hell I’m going to get out of here and how useless you are.” I replied. I was sitting in the World of Stars across from Tim in a criss cross position.

“Well that’s rude.” Tim said, making a pouty face.

“You know your sarcasm isn’t helping.”

“I know but this whole torture thing is getting boring, maybe you could get out of here faster if you actually talked to the guy instead of screaming at him.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. You are so wise in the ways of being a dumbass. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing?” I snapped.

“Hey don’t get mad at me. You were the one who got yourself into this mess.”

“You do realize that if you weren’t a child I would kick your ass, right.”

“As if you could do that.”

“Don’t tempt me you little shit. I will punt you to the moon.”

“I know what you could try.”

“Oh so now you want to help? This better be good.”

“Just piss him off.”

“What?”

“You have realized that you heal faster and faster, right.”

“Of course.”

“Well, once you can heal instantly you should piss him off enough to where he sever’s your held limbs. Once he does that you can heal quickly and escape.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“And that’s my cue to have you wake up.”

“Can’t I stay a little longer? You may be an insufferable bastard but it’s better than being tortured.”

“Nope.” Tim said snapping his fingers.