I vaguely noticed that I was alone now. I slowly opened my eyes and blinking fast when my world was hazed red by blood running down my face. I tried to move my arms to wipe some of it off, but ended up just smearing it more. My dirty white-ish grey hair hung in strands as I leaned my chin on my chest. My legs were curled under me and were chained, as were my arms. My body was sore all over. Not in pain, just more of a dull, throbbing ache. I tried to breathe slowly and envision the hell I would give to these people when I managed to get out. First, I would sniff them out. I wouldn't go to the police, though. Oh, no. I would make them suffer. I would find their families, their friends, and one by one, I would slowly, painfully kill each one. I would make these bastards watch as I tortured every last one. Then I would do the same to them. But I would keep them just alive. I would give them some hope that I would show mercy. Then I would kill them off. I would be rid of their filth. A single tear slid down my brutalized face, the saltiness sending searing pain through my head and making it throb with such an intensity that the room began to spin and I gladly passed out into the black hole that had become my mind.