I woke up back in that dark room, chains at my feet and at my wrists holding me up from the floor. I was completely ritualized apart from my eyes and mouth,i watched as my torturers entered the cell with whips and metal objects they planned on using on me. I never knew why i was there, or what i did... "Good morning Eliza *Chuckle* Did you have horrid dreams?" I looked up to my torturer, they set fire to my house and my parents died, now they had me. What was going to happen to me? I didn't know, and i never wanted to know, i never resisted... I deserved this...I was the one who caused my brother's death, if it weren't for me, he'd stil be alive...
I was deep in though, maybe too deep? I was used to the pain now, i couldn't feel the whips or the kicks. My whole body was numb. I could feel the blood dripping down my arms, i could hear the chains rattling as my body was hit again and again, i could smell the Oder of my torturer, it wasn't a good one... I'd been put through alot of torture in my life, i was completely used to it... So was my brother, we both were abused by my father so neither of us cared for him... One day when we were given a beating, my father pulled a gun on me, i was selfish and screamed at him to spare me - no matter the sacrifice... That sacrifice was my little brother...
i heard a vocie calling me out, i looked up it was a man covered with blood, i got scared n stood up... no one was there... i looked arounded many times but nothing. "the nightmare again?" i turn it was Michaelis. i nodded "what are you doing in m room? mic" "well, don you wanted to visit your family grave?"
"yes i forgot about it...and mic... come with me.." "hm... really, why?" "don you have someone you want to visit too"... +after long + " well, its not needed but i will come with you" ... +eliz turn back+ "hey mic, why is that you look like Sebastian?or is it you are him?"... +eliz's glaring+ ":) it coz who know...+whisper near her ear+ i might be him...+walking away+ come down soon"... +eliz's still+ i don't trust him...
