Time became a blur in the dungeon.I could not tell if it had been days or weeks since the guards last dragged me in here. The light of the torches came and went, food trays appeared and disappeared, but I touched nothing. My throat cracked with thirst, my lips split, and my stomach coiled in agony, but I forced myself to endure, I clung to the thought that denying him this small victory was the only power I had left.The mad man's mutters filled the silence, sometimes laughter, sometimes sobs, sometimes whispers I couldn't understand.I ignored him and only continued to starve myself. If I refused to eat, refused to drink, maybe I could fade before Raymond ever returned. That was my rebellion. If I had no strength left, I could not be made into his weapon, his pet, or whatever sick purpose he imagined for me.Yet even rebellion had limits. My body betrayed me tremors shaking my arms, black dots swimming before my eyes. My mind drifted in and out of shallow dreams, haunted by my mothe
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