Evelyn
Here’s a fun game to play. What’s worse? The pain in my heart or the pain in my body.
Alexander sent a dungeon keeper down after him to watch over me. I can’t imagine how angry Alexander must have been, what he must have said to the male I’m stuck with down here, but he sure takes his time torturing me.
While he plays with my nails or my eyeballs, never harming me permanently, so he can keep hurting me over and over again, I try to distract myself through my own screams.
The thoughts in my head aren’t much better though.
For months, I’ve been playing my cards just right to do anything but end up right where I am now. Up in the palace, there was the possibility of escape. Down here, I’m trapped, my freedom stolen.
By Alexander. Again.
Then again, it’s better than him killing
