I felt like I was going crazy.

Each time the water drops hit the ground a staggering pain pounded in my head.

It was quiet, too quiet.

The room spun in circles by day as the mold on the walls continued to grow by night. I beginning to had enough of this. It was now or never.

With my right hand, I struggled against the rope. Forcefully trying to pull my wrist out. Each agonizing time the rope slowly cut my skin. I breathe in deeply and continue on ignoring the pain.

"Come on just a little more" I whisper.

I bite my button lip and tug my hand harder from the rope. A big gash of blood soon pours down my arm. I cry my under breath, "fuck"

There is a sudden noise of foot steps from behind the door.

Quickly I place my right arm behind my back.

The door swings open, "Good morning sunshine!"

I squint from the bright rays of light crashing inside the room.

"I'm sorry I've been out for so long." He kisses my cheek, I turn my head away,

"Oh what do we have here?!" His hand reach down for my bloody hand. He squeezes it.

I cry in pain.

"Think you can escape away?"

"No" I cry.

"No what?" He squeezes harder

"No I won't, please stop."

He stops and kisses my forehead. This time he holds me closer, I could smell the coffee in his breath.

"Good girl, see if you listen to me you won't get hurt. Got it?"

I nod and exhaustively bury my head on his chest.

His fingers slowly stroke my thigh, his cold eyes stare back at me.

"So soft" he whispers, for a moment he was stuck in some sort of daze as he stood frozen over me before finally breaking away.

After giving me food and cleaning up my wound. He starts to get up and leave. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Ok"

From the corner of my eye I swear I could see a head, a bloody disfigured head. Away from the body.