bamaboy @bamaboy
I have lived in this dungeon for what feels like an eternity. It's hard to keep track of time when you're stuck down here with no windows and only a faint light flickering above me. I've lost count of how many times I've been punished by the masters who reside above, but I know it's been long enough that my body is numb to the pain.
Despite the physical abuse, my mind remains sharp and my memories vivid. I remember what it was like before this place, when I had a family and friends who loved me. But that all changed one fateful night when I stumbled into the wrong crowd, or rather, the right crowd for those who seek out innocent prey.
My eyes are wide open now as I gaze up at my arms, still bound above me by the rusty chains. They dig deep into my skin, but it's nothing compared to what lies ahead. My heart races with every sound that echoes through these cold stone walls, knowing that at any moment the masters could return and resume their torture.
My body is sore from last night's punishment, and I know I won't be able to walk properly for a while. But even in my broken state, I manage to maintain some semblance of defiance. It's what keeps me going when all hope seems lost.
The memories of the dungeon haunt me still, but they serve as a reminder that I will one day escape and make those responsible pay for their cruelty. And so, I stand here,
