The darkness pierced my soul with it's ever intimidating power. The cramped space was infectious with it's ways of penetrating my mind's fear, and bringing it out like sweat. I was put in the box when I was bad, or he just couldn't bear looking at my disgusting face.
What did I do wrong, I will never know, but in his twisted perception of me, I was a disgrace. My very existence was his reason to hate life. I was what drove to his veins, the silver blade.
At times I heard him crying to himself, crying that he would enjoy slaughtering me in my sleep. But he couldn't, he took to much pleasure in torturing me. In fact he started to dedicate his life to torturing me. I was his play thing, and no, torture wasn't the 5 foot by 5 foot box, no I actually looked foreword to my time in there compared to time spent with him. In fact in my prayers I begged of god to set me free from his prison of his sensual torture. I prayed and I prayed but no answer ever came. I sometimes thought god also took pleasure in my torture. But one day, when the light bled through the cracks of my box, he came to me, he gave me the gift to leave myself. He let me crawl into the deepest darkest corner of my mind and except my torture withought feeling.
I grew addicted to the corner, I began to permanently put myself there to not even have to remember my torture. Little did I know that the time I spent in my head was the time that his torture grew worse, more perverted, more...evil. In fact the things he did were so disgusting, so wrong, and evil that his actions made there way through my soul, my brain, and into my special little corner. I grew aware of what he was doing, and as I grew aware I grew sick of his style of torture, and I did something about it. I did it with such ease and care that the screams were only heard by my ears.
But something took me by surprise, I missed the pain, I missed the torture, I missed my corner. And the only way to go to my corner was to feel torture, so me and myself fullfilled that empty space, and went to my special little corner.