"I didn't tell you, you are in hell. I decided that I am going to have five days dedicated to torturing you. Normally, one day should be enough but I am liking this position you are in."
I swallowed, my throat raw, lips cracked. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and the taste of iron lingered on my teeth. Blood.
I don't know where or how I was. It's like days were passing by and I could do nothing to stop it.
"You look famished, do you want any food?"
I shook my head, I wouldn't trust anything they give me here.
"No? That's too bad, you wouldn't last a day without something in your stomach."
"How long have I been here?"
"It's just been a day. In your condition, you would think it's eight years." He burst into laughter.
"Where…?" My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.
"Somewhere quiet." A pause. Then, closer, "Somewhere no one will hear you scream."