As far back as I can remember, everything has been dark. Only recently did I find out that my tormentor, a man named Thayer, had me blindfolded since I was born. He said that he did it for a good reason. A reason that he won't tell me. But then again, I don't expect him to tell me anything. Everyday, he comes to where I am held and tortures me. He talks to me too, but most of the time I'm trying to focus on the pain and not black out.

    After his daily torture, he takes me down to the only other place where I experience human contact. Thayer calls it the fighting arena. It's where he tells me to fight and kill people. I do what he says so my torture isn't as bad as usual but I found out that my torture will be the same no matter what I do. So i'm covered in blood all the time. Well, until Thayer washes me. Did I mention that I don't know what I look like? Well I don't. I know what Thayer looks like because I can see very clearly in the dark and his hair is a very light color. When he's torturing me his eyes glow an icy color. He's also taught me a few things. How to draw, how to play the piano, violin, and the alto saxophone, as well as, how to cook. Nice of him right? Yeah, no. He only did it so he could show off the fact that his slave could do more than kill. 

I am slave number 19 and this is the story of me. Read for yourself and see whether I survive or die in more ways than one