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The pain was excruciating. The sheer rawness of it surprises you. You would be surprised, but the only thing you feel is the blinding pain coursing through your veins, like a thousand knives piercing you to the bone, again and again, embedding in every conceivable location. Your body writhes and twitches as you try to get away. But there is no escape. No refuge from the madness. You try to hide behind the walls of your mind, try to protect your sanity, but it finds you there and punishes your efforts.

Eventually, it becomes too much. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. So your brain shuts down and you know you are going to die. You revel in the knowledge; welcome it. And if it were up to you, you would hold your breath and wait for it. But you no longer control your own body. It acts on instincts; primal urges you never knew existed. Like a second brain, one that does not understand pain. You don't try to fight it; you know well enough from experience that it is the only way to survive. You lose yourself in the pain and let your body take over. The ache numbs, but only fractionally.

Your lungs burn so your body forces in air and your breathless gasps ring in your ears; the last sound you will ever hear. It does no good though; it is like swallowing poisonous dagggers. Every fibre of your being writhes in agony, begging for the torture to end; but you know it is useless; these restraints will never let up. They dig into your wrists and ankles, irritating the bruises there mercilessly.

But you don't cry out; no, you have not uttered a sound for as long as you can remember. There is no real reason why you fast from words. You don't understand how your mind works, but you do know that it makes you feel better and that is the only thing that matters in your world.

The pain escalates unbearably; your body shudders in defiance, trying to fight it off. You bite down on the disgusting plastic tubing they had forced between your teeth until you feel your jaw will snap. And just when you think it is all over; death will finally relieve you of your lifelong misery, it stops. The pain reduces to a memory; something to haunt your dreams. Your heart pounds against your chest, as if trying to break through, while your lungs strain to give your body the sustenance it has lost.

You are faintly dissapointed, but it does not last. The numbness seaps back through your body, relieving you of any emothion. You feel... nothing. You don't care anymore. You never did.

You hear a door open, the faint click-clack of footsteps approaching. Your mind registers this but you do not react. You keep your eyes on the floor. You remember once, long ago, you found the pristine whiteness of the cold concrete sickening. But now... nothing. You barely even see it.

You hear the small screech of metal scraping on metal, the soft click of a lock being turned. The cold metal restraints are lifted and you feel hands on your arms, coming to drag you back to your cell. You register this with calm acceptance; they could have dragged you to a pyre and burned you alive and they would have received the same response; cool indifference.

There is a soft swoosh as you are dragged along the deceptively clean floor, your legs trailing behind you. You notice with passive interest that the hands are different than last time; rougher and somewhat aged. It makes no difference to you; the hands changed too often to be counted.

You do not know who the hands belong to. It has been years since you have looked someone in the face. It is easier that way. If they are simply hands and legs or disembodied voices, then you cannot fear them. You remember fear clearly; though you have not felt it since you first came hear, before the numbness. It is worse than pain.

The hands lead you back to the black pit that is your cell and shuts the door with a resounding bang. It is too dark to see anything but you like it better that way. You can look around and pretend you are nothing. You are nothing. They tell you that all the time.

You lay against the cold, hard rock of your floor for what seems like ages, when you feel a pressure in your lower abdomen. You recognise the need to relieve yourself. There is a miniature cesspit somewhere in the tiny room but you are too tired to search for it, your ankles too bruised to carry your weight. You relieve yourself right where you lie, like you always do after a session, the liquid trickling down your thigh, soaking through the thin fabric of your gown.

You lay there in the dark, curled up against youself, soiled and sticky. You used to fear the dark, the oppressive black. But not now. You welcome it now, your only friend.

It is so easy to forget, to blend in with the night. You don't think, you don't move. Your breaths come in quiet whispers and it is easy to pretend they come from the rats tat share your room. There is the small clatter of dripping water off in the distance but the sound is soothing, it lulls you to blissful sleep.

Your bruises start to throb lightly but you ignore it. There was a time when they would disappear; heal themselves almost instantly. But not anymore. They saw it happen once and they punished you severely. You would not dare to let it happen again; you still have the scars from the lashes even after so many years. It was wrong; unnatural. That's what they said. You believe them though you don't understand what it means. Pain is very convincing.

Your mind mists and your eyes droop closed. You let yourself wonder; out of your body, out of your soul, back in time to a happier place. Memories of a little boy swirl behind your lids, mixed with pictures of a man and a woman, holding hands, laughing joyfully, their eyes sparkling with mirth. The images arouse a feeling within you, something you have abandoned. Hope.

You let these dreams consume you, take you out of your imprisonment and you forget your misery. You fade into darkness and wish you never have to return.

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