Warning: This ending chapter is graphic. Read at own risk.
Henri coughs and shivers in the little, dehydrated room. He has rings under his eyes and his small, frail body seems even smaller and even frailer. All of the energy that was ever present in Henri since he was committed to the hospital has left him - every ounce is gone and irretrievable. Sweat beads gather at his forehead, but he continues to shiver. "You French trash!", "Raving lunatic!", "Disgusting Pig!"... All these yells pulse through his head knocking it into a hurt he didn't know he could feel. Months had he been here now and his family has not been allowed to visit him at all.
"Laissez-moi mourir... juste, s'il vous plaît," he whimpers into the unfeeling room. No one can hear him. No one cares. "Laissez-moi mourir."
He thinks back to the day before when he taken to a secluded dungeon.
"Ahhhh! Ah non... pas plus. Je ne peux le prendre plus!!" Henri screams out.
"This is for your own good! We must let the demon that has possessed you out!" The man whips Henri again with malice clear across his chest opening up his healing cut even more.
"Nnnnh." Henri droops his head... losing energy to even cry.
The man continues whipping Henri roughly 500 times in all. Henri hangs from the ceiling chained upside down. As he's tortured like a piece of freshly slaughtered meat his blood drips into an ever growing puddle onto the floor. At the end Henri is unrecognizable: His battered body is black and blue with bruises... his eyes blackened and swollen. His head is pounding beyond comprehension.
The man smiles, congratulating himself. "Not ranting any more... he must be cured. Thank-you Lord for having the devil leave him!" The man leaves Henri to hang and walks out. Henri shortly after becomes unconscious for several hours.
Now he's back in his usual cell. He feels no longer human - no longer alive in any sense of the word but literal - and barely that. With one last thought of pleading Henri collapses to the floor... his wish fulfilled and all the misery and agony of the past year leave with it. He is now, finally, at peace.