It had been days since my torture began. I wasn't sure how many days had passed, but it felt like a lot. So much that Mrs. Kelly and Miranna started having a routine. At least, that was what my mind thought up. It was not a guarantee. For these past few days, I had been dreaming up a lot of things. Things like the beach and heaven. What a glory it would be to lay on the beach with drinks. Or maybe heaven would be better than being here. Regardless of those dreams, once the torture began they would all vanish.
Now, it was as if I was paralyzed. If it was not for the fact I could not even feel my tongue, I would have decided on that diagnosis. Even so, the pain never stopped. Mrs. Kelly and Miranna would leave for a period of time. I guessed they would leave in the day and returned in the night. The large time frame caused my body to heal. However, the healing only made the torture more agonizing. The already heal wounds would rapture again and again, and again.
