Victor

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Pain. There was nothing but pain, Azim’s body writhed with each breath he took. The scent didn’t help as he choked on it. Dirt, spunk, and blood added to the reality of what his world had become. Days no longer had any meaning. They all merged together into a world of hurt and humiliation. He couldn’t move for the chains holding him captive to a damn wall in what seemed to be a basement. Sleep was impossible when he didn’t know when the next attack would happen.

His mind was fuzzy. A lack of feeding and no rest, was that the cause? Was he dying? Was this how his life was going to end? The sob was noiseless as it caught in his throat bringing his mind back to the reality of his situation.

For brief moments, in the darkness, he’d considered if death would be a kinder option. But damn it, Azim didn’t want to die. He had more self-respect and wasn’t a coward. He had a life, a family that loved him, depended on him. At home, somewhere, was his mom and sisters who liked having him around. They needed him to be strong like he’d always been for them.