I’m currently cleaning her room. I would call her by her name but even that repulsed me. Of course you know by now that Josephine is one of the seven council members who rule this land. They use their power for selfish reasons and therefore everyone else has to suffer for it. I being one of those who have suffered greatly.

Aside from cutting off my finger, they have murdered my parents and forced me into slavery. They have all made me do such terrible things to people. Now, they have made me do something terrible again.

I tried to tune out the screams of that boy as I made her bed. Each scream made me wish I was the one being tortured, not him, even if I didn’t know him. I had, however, overheard Josephine talk with Lucas (another council member) about him. They said he had something they wanted. They called him by the name of Michael.

I was here the day the guards dragged him into the prison chamber. His body looked lifeless and I thought he might have already been killed. I had asked one of the guards if he was still living. The guard had confirmed he was and I decided I would sneak into the prison whenever I could and make sure he was okay. Every time I went, he was unconscious, until of course when we first spoke to each other.

I finished cleaning the room and started to walk down the main hallway. The screams didn’t stop. They kept piercing my eardrums and it almost brang me to tears. I decided to do the one thing I shouldn’t have.

I went to stop it.