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10 - Him
Four years ago I didn’t know if that p.ain in my stomach was from hunger, the sharp ongoing ache of my sadness, or the recent beatings administered under his watchful eye. I didn’t understand what they wanted me for. I had been here for what? Weeks? Months? And I hardly saw anyone. I was locked in a bedroom, a semi-nice one at that; why not just throw me into the dungeon and be over with it? A sharp knock sounded, and I knew who it belonged to. I didn’t feel the fear he wanted me to. That was the problem. I felt nothing but sadness so raw it seared through any other emotion. I used to try to soothe myself by dreaming of ways to get revenge, but I knew that was far-fetched. I was alone. I was some type of prisoner, for Goddess knew what reason, and no one was coming to help me. I could
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