Prologue:
It hurts so much. I don't know how it started. I was just there talking to them one moment and the next I'm being dragged outside. And the next thing I know all I see is black.

When I woke up all I saw was a black ceiling. When I tried to get up, I couldn't. My hands and feet where shackled to something. Then I started to feel again. I was on a very flat and cold surface. When I tried to look to the side I couldn't move my head. I wasn't disabled nor anything but my head was bound to what I guessed was a metal table.

That's when I started getting worried. I couldn't move, and when I tried to scream I couldn't. I was completely at the mercy of the people or demons that are holding me captive.

All I wanted was for them to stop hurting, and for me... Well, I don't know maybe I'll get happiness from theirs. But I did not expect for any of this to go this horribly wrong.