DAY 3

They did the same thing today

And again I refuse to eat the rotten meat

DAY 4

I'm here again

Once again I fight against the urge to eat the meat

DAY 5

I...can't do this anymore

I need...food

The smell...it smells delicious

No! I can't!

Can't...why?

Just...one bite won't hurt

I took a bite out of the severed hand 'finally food'

I can't stop 'it's not enough'

'MORE'

I looked at the rest of the corpse with heavy breathing

And I ran towards it

...

The moment I regained my sanity I hear laughter, it's already too late

I ate a big chunk of the corpse including parts of its guts and I think I also ate an eyeball

When I realized that I started to vomit

Not because of cannibalism, since I was once human but because I ate a rotting corpse

A FUCKING ROTTING CORPSE!

The knights started laughing at me

One of them kicked me in the stomach while saying something I don't understand

I covered my stomach while enduring the pain

And he immediately pulled on my chain causing me to fall as he dragged me through the hall

When we're in front of my cell, he kicked me inside and locked the cell

DAY 6

They pulled me out again today

This time they make me sit down on a chair in another room

They strapped my hand and legs on the chair

One of them light the torches, revealing a room filled with torture devices

Such a sight made me shudder at the thought of what they're going to do

Then one man walk towards a table

Sit on top of the table are pliers of different sizes, a branding stick with the word "SW" at the end of it, an axe, and a bucket

I can't see what's inside of the bucket but I know I won't like it

He picked up a plier and took a glance at me

He grabbed my right hand and move the plier closer to my fingers

It takes hold at the end of my nail

As the man pulls the plier up while keeping my hand down

I can feel excruciating pain as blood travel from my finger to the floor

He pulled out my nail slowly making the process longer and more painful with each passing second

I screamed as loud as I can, making them let out a stream of sadistic laughter

After one of my nails was pulled out, they switched place

They take turns pulling out my nails until all of my nails were pulled out and then they switched to my toes

They pull out all of my nails

My fingers and toes dripping blood creating a small pool of blood on the floor

Without giving me time to rest one of them picked up an axe

He walked towards me while holding the axe with both of his hands

He raised it to the sky and swing it down chopping my right hand

[GAAGH! MY HAND, MY FUCKING HAND!!!] I screamed out

My chopped off right hand started to gush out blood

The man goes to take the bucket on the table

He dunked his hand in it and scooped up a handful of...salt!?

He rubbed the salt on my cut off arm

[KAAAAKH!!!]

I scream and writhing in pain

It felt like thousands of needles being pricked into my wound

As he kept on rubbing the salt on my wound, the others were laughing while talking to each other and pointing at me

He kept on rubbing it until the wound stopped bleeding

And then he chopped my left arm off and did the same to every limb on my body

On the floor, there's a pool of blood and there I'm sitting on the chair without my limbs

'I can't feel anything'

My sight was blurry, I can't feel a thing, and it took my all to even breathe

'Am I going to die? That's at least better than living in this nightmare' I thought to myself

I saw light 'finally I can rest'

...

I opened my eyes with a look of confusion and terror

I saw all of my limbs grow back and...

Someone covered with a dark cloak

At that moment I knew what it means to be tortured in a fantasy world filled with magic

If they don't let you die, you won't

I looked at them with a look of despair and that makes them laugh

And so I lived my life being tortured days after days after days after days after days after days after days AFTER DAYS AFTER DAYS AFTER DAYS...

...

...

...

It's been months...I can't feel anything anymore...I can't even let a single pip out of my mouth

My mouth feels dry, they haven't fed me in days

It seems they don't find it "fun" torturing me anymore so...they left me in my cell to just rot away and die

'Am I going to just die like this? After all the hell I've gone through because of them!'

'If I were to be given the chance I will kill them! No, I will kill them ALL!!!'

'But I won't just kill them, I WILL MAKE THEIR LIFE A LIVING HELL!!!'