It's been three days.
Three days since I’ve been trapped here in this room of nightmare.
I have been starved, drugged whenever I tried to escape even when I didn't try,
felt up and used as a punching bag. The device placed in my ear that Jax gave me provided
me with hope in contacting them but one of Kashif Amar's guardsmen found it and
ground it to dust.
The location is different than before. They moved me while I blacked out. The girl
who was with me got taken away on the second day I believe, and I never saw her again.
I lick my parched lips in an attempt to moisture them, but the action was useless. My
body still feels numb, and the room is still spinning. Whatever they gave me is still in
effect and I feel like crying. But no tears came.
I'm pathetic to have gotten taken like this. Blake was right. I'm useless. I should just
rot away here.
The door opens revealing the only man who was a bit kind to me. He would sneak
