I knew I was laying there helplessly on the ground, the chains weighing me down, all I could really think of though was how cold the ground was. Anything was better than thinking of the never ending pain. I didn't know how much time had passed since I had been here, since I had been trapped in hell. All I could really focus on was the new bruises and cuts, just new pieces to what he deemed to be his work of art. That's all I was to him, something to toy with, someone to torment.
Thin strips of light cast their shadows across my bruised body from the window high above me. How I longed for the strength to fight back, to try and escape. Sometimes I did fight back, which was only met with heartless actions in response. I had managed to give him a few scars from me fighting back. The most noticeable scar he had was on his cheek, it was three nail marks from the first time he forced me to have sex with him. The response I received only sent chills down my spine. He threatened to hurt my innocent sister, I couldn't let that happen so I was complacent most of the time. However, I wanted to run free, be free again instead of being used as some kind of token for revenge. He enjoyed torturing me, as though that somehow made the vendetta against my brother better.
It made me think… why had I so naively believed him? How I had been so naive to decide to believe that he loved me and I him? It wasn't love. It was a need to be wanted. That stupid need I had, that longing… his words filled that void and lured me in. I remember it all so clearly, it felt like a day ago, but the sunrise and sunset begged to differ. Weeks, months, or possibly years. I wasn't sure anymore. I had no contact with the outside world. But I couldn't help but think… how had I become his prisoner?