Amnesia – Daniel's Despair
You did not listen to me, Daniel.
I must punish you now.
Voldorm, get the rope and ready the chamber. I shall personally take care of Daniels punishment, myself.
And thus, my story of despair begins.
I had more than once rejected Alexanders demand of helping with the torture.
Considering the circumstances, of what he wanted me to do. I can't. I couldn't. He wanted me to help him torture the daughter of the innkeeper, which he had already tortured and killed, weeks ago. Instead, I freed her, and I knew I did the right thing. How couldn't I? What was I supposed to do otherwise? Help him? Stop him? Or, ignore his act of devilish evil? Never!
So, here I am. The first days started rather, well, easy.
Firstly, he had Voldorm, a Russian hunchback, fetch a rope, and hang me up in a dark, barely lighted room. I tried to struggle, but Voldorm was too strong. I was left to despair in this rotten place.
The room had brown brick stone, a single lighted candle and one small window with bars on it, fours small bars, crossed like lines.
My despair began, on the second day of being left alone in the hideous place.
As the sun rose, so did I. Or rather, my body did. My brain was still stuck in the despair, and thus, three month went on. The time I didn't spent sleeping, I used to listen to the water, dripping from the pipes, until I finally fell asleep. Looking at rats, and fantasizing about what I would do to Alexander, when he decided to show his horrid face again.
Luckily, his second visit became the visit I needed.
The door opened, and Alexander came in, followed slowly by his underling and my jail keeper, Voldorm. A disgusting, gray-skinned an ugly man-animal, with a wart-filled face, that even his mother, if he had one, surely would be utterly and fully disgusted by. Alexander, with his white-grey hair, came closer, but stopped a mere meter from my face, and opened his grim evil snitch of a mouth. But first, he smiled. I almost threw up. I had been served nothing but stale bread, half-rotten fruit and harsh, meat from dead pigs, which surely had been mistreated.
Well, well. What have we learned, my dear Daniel, never disobey, right? I surely hope, that you can comprehend such a…ahem. Mistreatment.
I looked at his old, wrinkled face. I was so disgusted, I could throw up. The water I had gotten, was cold and dirty. How dare he do this to me? What a delirious monster. I will kill him for this.
So, what do you say, Voldorm? Should we let him rot, or do you think he had enough? What was that? Rot, you say? Why, or course. Three MORE month will surely make him stay at the carpet, and obey his master, like a good, obedient servant. Let us proceed, Voldorm.
They left the room. I bowed my head in despair. But, then, I saw it. Voldorm, the stupid old fiend, had dropped his key, like the clumsy bastard he was. Luckily for me, though. I cleared the look, and opened the door, after I was sure they left.
I found a piece of paper, and a quill pin. I wrote down a letter, and before I drank the potion, I thought to myself: I will get you for this, Alexander. You will be punished. You shall burn in the fires of the pits of hell, for what you have done to these innocent people. For what you have done to me. You. Will. Pay.
I will kill you, Alexander.