I'd never thought I would end up like this. Chained, battered and bruised, struggling to stay consious, to be in this situation with chances getting out slim to none. My breathing was normal, but to be honest I'm going utterly did I ever do to deserve this? Why me, I asked silently. I swear, God just likes to see what I can' get my self out of, neither he or I can save me this moon peers through the tiny window letting know it's only a matter of time before my fate is the sun will rise and so wiil the blade.