I never knew that the experiment of my captors would be so agonizing. He felt every tiny tear of his skin, organ to an unreal level. He was never this sensitive to pain, so why? He had been ruminating over the thought obsessively, and as if to reward him for his obsession, the answer appeared in front of him in the form of a captor coming to check on him. He felt so much fear for the first, no, second time in his life. At this moment, he would realize that fear could choke one to death.
He could not breathe. This pressure. Is this the day I die? Even when he tried opening his mouth, since his nostrils refused to work, it wouldn't open, not in front of one of his captors. What if he was displeased? And what is happening? They had left him for a Whole month without disturbing him. Did his refusal to open his mouth annoy them or had he done something to gain their displeasure? Then he should beg, but... he could not move a single fiber of his being. All he could do was stare. He felt that his act of looking directly into his captor's eye was the stupidest mistake he had ever made, but what could he do when he couldn't move?