"What….what have you done to me?" I asked, with my eyes streaming with tears. It felt like fire burned me from beneath my skin. My stomach felt like it would squeeze out my organs and that old man just stood there, staring at me with nothing but pride in his eyes.
"What did I do to you?" I asked, crying.
"What ... .what …" that was the last thing that I remembered before passing out.
My head ached. I had not felt so much pain my whole life.
My eyes opened slowly and my consciousness was accompanied with a splitting headache. I couldn't move either my hands or legs…I was tied to a wooden chair.
"What …what did I do to you?" I asked sir Oliver who stood in front of me, whispering words that seemed completely out of this world.
