Wahrryn's Point Of View
{{Lore'rahlye Facility – Some Time Ago
"Wahrryn, you really are my favorite... I can't get enough of you. Do you hate me?" Master Danhiel chuckled.
"S-Stop... laughing..." I groaned.
The man before me was sick. I hated him to his very core. He was evil, and took pleasure in hurting me, daily.
I was currently naked, hanging from some contraption, in the middle of his hidden room of depravity. It was freezing in this room, and the cold only made the pain hurt even more.
"I asked you a question, Wahrryn... Do you hate me?" Danhiel chuckled into my ear, as he tightened his grip on my throat.
"N-No... M-Master..." I gasped out.
