How long ago had she thought escape was possible?
The taste of blood in her mouth was now commonplace, the taint from where she had bitten through her lip and into her cheeks again and again constantly coating her dry mouth. No matter how many times she bit into her own flesh, it never kept her from crying out. Continuing to do so had become pointless, eventually. She'd stopped resisting the pain, letting it consume her entirely and block out all thought, wait until he made it stop…
He made the pain cease, the torture ended on his command; Her only hope when she was dragged from this safe, dark place was that his temper would fade, that his fury would somehow ease. She vaguely remembered hating him, once, feeling anger toward him, but she could no longer understand why she would have felt so; Now the only emotions she felt were pain, and love- Love for the one who controlled her fate entirely, love for his interventions, for the food she was granted to keep her alive.
She dreamed of what it had been like before, sometimes. The memories were all lies, she knew they had to be, for the light and happiness of the dreams were things impossible for her to grasp anymore. There was only one existence now- She was to suffer here, stay here, retreat within herself and remain there until the door would open again.
Once, she'd cried out and screamed in this dark place. She had thrown herself against the walls, beat at the door, hurt herself in frustration and rebellion, but it had faded. First the physical rage faded, then the self injury; finally it was only her cries of terror at being isolated so completely that remained, the darkness leaving her blind and frightened of her own thoughts. She'd never been so alone before, and her thoughts were enough to frighten her into near madness. The person she was couldn't be ignored here, and soon she couldn't remember what it was to be certain of her sanity. Had there been a point where she had simply lost it? Perhaps. There was a vague memory of a final loss, screams and pain as she had tried to escape that final time, falling back in exhaustion from her struggles to lie on the floor shrieking until her throat was raw and her voice was gone.
The only sounds she'd made since that were cries of pain.
Speech wasn't necessary when one was worthless, she knew that much now. She didn't bother to move from where she lay on the floor unless it was absolutely necessary, eyes open and staring into the absence of light that protected her from the pain and fear the light inflicted. Her eyes had once been full of mischief, rebellion, emotions had played beneath their multi-hued surface in sparks of light that could change instantly with her temper; No more, though she'd not seen herself in what seemed ages. Her eyes were dead now, a flat sapphire shade that showed no life or thought.
The girl coughed, her answer vaguely coming to her.
Never. It was impossible for her to have thought of escape, ever.
Because outside… Outside didn't exist for her anymore…