Painful Memories

I've lost hope. Now all I feel is this black hole in my heart. Now one cares about me. I've been here for a long while now.

I keep going back to the arena. I have cuts and wounds everywhere. Sometimes the crowd participated and beat me up.

As usual, i smelt death. Then I heard his cold and calculated footsteps. A cold shiver went down my spine.

I was scared. Yes, he had managed to get me terrified and insane. On some days he injected me with drugs.

I would be high and suddenly pain would pierce my pleasure induced world. It was then that I would know that I was in the arena.

Sometimes, I would be alone in the dark and people would start beating me. They drew blood from me almost everyday.

Sometimes I was chained to a pole and everyone was allowed to beat me. I could feel something surfacing. Like a hidden memory.

It haunted me in my sleep. I could hear the voices in my head, telling me to die and that I was worthless.

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