Sound of Lost Hope
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I always used to think that as long as you keep your hope alive through the worst of times you might eventually reach a light at the end that makes your suffering worth it.

Guess I was wrong.

***

I don’t know where I am I don’t know where here is, the first thing I heard when I woke up was the buzzing of flies

I was covered in shit,

I was shit,

That’s what it felt like being chained in a dark errie basement

It didn’t take long to realize I was someone’s slave.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why! I shouted this for days

Why!?

My screams echoing across these walls of my despair, of my hate

Why?

That’s all I want to know.

Why me.

After a week or so I’d been starved to the point of death,

My will broken

My mind in despair, I didn’t have the strength to even speak

After another week had passed

Someone came and fed me, it was a man dressed in black his entire eyes were back

He stared into my eyes and started muttering something, but I couldn’t hear

The flies kept buzzing in my ears

After he finished his muttering, he left with a satisfied look on his face

The next day he came in and beat me

Broke my jaw and ribs

I took it in silence.

This happened every day after that

I hate it I hate it I hate it.

Is this hell? I thought. What sin did I commit to deserve this?

The goddamn flies won’t stop buzzing in my ear.

I want to die.

***

“Slave!” my master Pedria shouted

I’ve been here two months and that bastard hasn’t even asked for my name.

“slave!”, I’m calling you

<Slaps>

Why have you taken so long to come?

"Master I…” I started to

<Slaps> He hits me again

Do not explain yourself to me slave

“I have called you for………”

Day by day I was given excruciating tasks designed to further break my will

It was as though he was more interested in breaking me to my very last fiber than owning a slave,

He succeeded.

“Is that clear, Slave?” Pedria finished

I nod in silence and pull out an orb

“Where did you get…”

His voice drowned out by the buzzing in my ear

The rest I don’t want to remember.

The buzzing stopped.

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