I'm understanding more and more. 

The voices have told me more stuff. 

Maybe if whoever put me here wants me to make you suffer, maybe I should comply. Maybe when I do so they'll grant me the sweet relief of death.

Do you want me to die? Do you want to keep me alive? Please cry. Please feel bad, the shivers on your spine. Maybe you know who put me here, maybe you could tell them that you felt really bad reading this. It would maybe help. The voices say you can talk to my torturer and tell me to stop. Is it too much work to do so? It seems really easy, and you stop my pain.

The voices are so nice for telling me that. If only they just told me stuff and stopped laughing. I don't even understand what they find so funny.

I took off all my nails, hair, skin and both my eyes. I have lost a great quantity of blood, and everything hurts inbearably. I hate pain, I wish I hadn't plucked out my eyes. Maybe the bug bites weren't so bad. My exposed flesh feels like a million knives trying to get to my vital organs but never reaching.

I want to die so much. I want to die. I want to die but someone won't allow me. If only I felt thirst, I could know I'm going to die in 3 days or less.

My name. I don't remember what a name is.