How much time has passed?
I don't know.
How did I come here?
I don't remember.
All I know is that I'm here now, in this pathetic state of being.
Why is this happening to me?
I don't know.
Why does my body regenerate when I get hurt?
I don't know.
What's the reason for my existence?
I don't know.
All I have are questions. Questions whose answers I don't know.
***
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you still crying? Hasn't the pain dulled after experiencing so much? Come on, tell me. Why are you still screaming when your voice is already cracked and useless?"
His voice was mocking. Playful, but so cold. The man stood in front of me, his face emotionless. He wasn't human—he couldn't be.
I was tied to the chair, naked, in the middle of the white room. Everything was white—the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Except for the blood. My blood, painting the white floor beneath me in streaks of red.
I looked up, barely able to hold my head straight. His eyes bored into mine, indifferent, as if I were less than nothing to him.
He saw me as an insect. An insignificant bug. He could squash me, torture me, and it wouldn't mean a thing.
"Bitch… Why... are...haa... you... doing this?" My voice came out cracked, weak, barely a whisper. I could hardly form the words. Every breath hurt.
But he just smiled. Not with his eyes—only his mouth. It stretched too wide, up to his ears, as if his face was being pulled apart. He looked like a devil.
No, he was the devil.
-Kehehehe.
His laugh echoed, twisted, and broken, as if madness itself had come to life. He wasn't human. I kept telling myself that.
This isn't real.
It can't be real.
This has to be a nightmare.
Suddenly, I was in the dirt.
The cold, wet soil pressed against my skin. It was suffocating me. I couldn't move. My arms, my legs—they were buried. My chest was constricted. I couldn't breathe.
I tried to thrash, to break free, but the more I moved, the heavier the earth felt around me. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as I clawed at the dirt, my nails tearing as I struggled. My head pounded, my vision blurred, and the world began to fade into blackness.
"I'm going to die."
The thought clawed at the back of my mind as I felt the last bit of oxygen leave my body. My eyes rolled back, my body went limp, and I slipped into unconsciousness.
But I couldn't die.
Not even buried alive.
I clawed my way out. Bloodied hands, raw and torn, finally broke through the surface. I gasped, sucking in the cold air, my chest heaving. My entire body shook, but I was free.
Or so I thought.
Because he was there, waiting for me.
"Climbed up, huh? Impressive. But let's try something new."
I barely had time to react before he set me on fire.
I screamed as the flames licked at my skin, consuming me. My flesh bubbled and melted, the heat searing into my bones. Every nerve in my body exploded with pain. The smell of burning skin filled the air, thick and suffocating.
"ARRRGHHHH!" My scream echoed through the empty space, but it was drowned out by the crackling of the fire.
I thrashed, desperate to put out the flames, but it was useless. My body burned and burned, yet I couldn't die. Even as my skin charred and turned to ash, my body regenerated. Fresh skin replaced the burnt flesh, only for the fire to consume it again.
The pain was endless. A cycle of burning, healing, and burning again.
***
The white room.
I was back, tied to the chair once more, the white floor beneath me now stained with red. My blood, my flesh—everything had been stripped from me.
He stood there, smiling. His eyes cold, his hands full of wriggling insects.
Without warning, he shoved a handful of them into my mouth.
I gagged, trying to spit them out, but I was bound, helpless. They crawled down my throat, their tiny legs scratching at the inside of my mouth. I could feel them burrowing into my flesh, gnawing at my organs.
My body convulsed as they ate through me, tearing apart my insides—my liver, my stomach, my intestines. I could feel every bite, every tear. But no matter how much they devoured, my body regenerated.
It was like I was being eaten alive from the inside.
The pain was indescribable. I screamed, but the sound came out strangled. My throat was raw, my voice barely a whisper now. Every muscle in my body spasmed violently, my vision blurring from the agony.
Then, everything went black again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back underground, buried alive once more. My lungs burned as I gasped for air that wasn't there. My chest tightened, my heart pounding in my ears. I could feel the pressure of the earth crushing me from all sides.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My vision blurred again as I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.
But just like before, I couldn't die.
Not even now.
I was burning again. Flames consuming me, pain ripping through every fiber of my being.
Then back in the white room. Tied to the chair. Forced to eat insects as they ate me from the inside out.
It never ended.
No matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I begged.
There was no escape. No mercy. No death.
Only endless suffering.
And as the pain consumed me, my mind finally broke, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of the person I once was.