Chapter 17

Days began to run together as the torture continued. I couldn't figure out why he was keeping me alive. He would talk to me while he tortured me. Telling me things like how I was the only woman he had feelings for that wasn't sexual. I didn't speak most of the time. I didn't want him to get satisfaction from me speaking. My clothes were in pieces from all the cuts he had made all over my body. He could clearly see my whole body at this point and he was enjoying every second of it.

My body ached everywhere. I had lost a lot of blood, but he would stitch me up if a cut was too opened. He wanted me alive for some reason. Then it happened one day. He came into the darkroom and didn't have any tools with him. I held my head up as high as I could. I noticed him walking to the chair. He leaned so close to my face, with his blue eyes still as beautiful as ever.