Chapter 77

Time is slow. Everything around me moves in slow motion. I feel cold, like a falling leaf from its tree in autumn. My body shivered, not due to the room temperature. The room was rather warm. The weakness and loneliness I had succumbed into forced my body to shiver. As if I were walking in the middle of a snowstorm.

It's striking to me how everything seems so warm at the moment, yet my body shivers. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks cozy and warm, thinking that if I keep my eyes on it, I can somehow compare its warmth to a person.

I need to touch something. I wish for my legs and hands to be free. To be able to hug myself. I am afraid my hands will fall off my body if cuffed like this for even one more hour. I will no longer have an arm if the devil doesn't come to free me. I hate him and wish to be far away from him, yet I find my eyes traveling to the door every passing hour, hoping he will come and set me free.

I know if he comes down here, it will be most likely to puni