Darkness...

That is all I see, I have never seen the light of day, only the darkness of night.

Coldness...

The chill of the cold stone floor, that I lay on every day of my life gives off no warmth.

Fear...

The turning of my stomach every time they enter the room, their dark laughs filling the air.

Blood...

It slowly drips down from the open wounds that they have laid on my skin.

Pain...

This is not pain — no it is not — not even close.

Torture...

The cracks of whips and the slashes of blades hitting my skin run through my head.

Revenge...

It will be sweet. I will not stop till the last drop of their blood hits the floor. I will have my revenge— yes — I will have it...no matter what.

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I have more ideas then ever but give me input if I should write a book off these. I'll be adding more to this Idea book soon, comment or message me your thoughts. Thanks, my peoples!