Every day it was different. Your human right was gone and you wouldn't receive it ever again. You were tortured every day. He would always use a different weapon unless he wanted to use a specific one bad enough. It was all in that room.

It was all the same. Every day you would wake up in darkness and wait until he would come. He would come once a day to torture you. He would open the door and let light flood the room for a few minutes before coming to the steps of the basement and descending. When he did he would turn the light on.

Then, he would walk into the room you couldn't reach and go inside. He would emerge later with a knife, whip, or some other device he would use to hurt you. He would always ask who you loved and you could never win. You would say Scotty and he would hurt you, but if you said his name he would call you a liar. He would hurt you either way.

When he was done torturing you he would put the weapon way and walk to you and ask you once more. No matter what you said he would leave and come back with food. Sometimes he wouldn't accept Scotty's name and he would only bring you half a glass of water with an apple. If you said his name then he would bring you a piece of meat and a full meal. He would call you a liar sometimes and not give you anything.

This was one of those days. You were just leaning against the wall and looking down at your lap in the darkness. Sometimes he bandaged you when you passed out but sometimes he didn't. You just stared at your bandaged legs. Last time he had a baton and he beat your legs with it. 

He didn't produce any blood but instead bruised your legs entirely. Your hands and arms were wrapped up and you could lick the many cuts on your lips. It hurt but after dealing with the pain after the first couple of days you became numb. You didn't know how long you were in the darkness. You couldn't tell the time no matter how hard you tried. 

All you knew was that it was longer than a week. You were numb at this point and you didn't care about the pain anymore. You were as thin as a toothpick and would bleed easily from the constant beatings. Your sleep schedule changed drastically. Sometimes you would sleep but most times the pain you felt kept you awake. You barely slept afraid that one day Malcolm would walk down the stairs and beat you again or rape you once more. 

   ' How can I get out of here? '

   ' What's the point? '

Over time you also met a new friend. Except you could only hear their voice in your head. You knew you had lost your sanity by being kept in the dark and by having your freedom stripped from you. You learned that in sociology when someone is stripped from people and their rights they have a higher chance of dying. 

They get really thin and lose the social skills they possessed. You knew that was what was happening to you. As soon as the voice started talking to you you knew you had gone crazy.

   ' You're stuck here. We've had this conversation before. Just give up. '

   ' I can't. Scotty will be looking for me. '

   ' You saw him before you got here. He died. '

   ' No, he didn't. '

   ' Yes, he did. You saw the injury and the blood before you were kidnapped. '

   ' What about the police? They should be coming to arrest Malcolm. He did kill a few people in the office building. '

   ' Yeah, but what makes you think they'll find you? '

   ' I'll scream and they can come downstairs. '

   ' You barely get food and water as it is. You won't have the strength to scream. '

   ' What if I kicked something and make noise? '

   ' You still can't. The tables are too far from you and with the commotion going on upstairs they won't hear it. '

   ' What are you saying then? I'll just die here? '

   ' That's exactly what I'm saying. '

   ' I refuse to die like this! I don't want to die in the basement of a psychopath! I want to die by old age or just disease instead! '

   ' Sucks to be you. '

You let your head fall further down and let gravity have it's fun. You didn't care anymore what happened. As long as you got out of the basement. As long as you were free and half your rights. Fleeing didn't seem to be in your cards as the door to the basement opened and allowed light to flood into the room. 

You squinted your eyes as the light-flooded your room. You closed your eyes and hid your head into your knees, waiting for the light to go away. You heard footsteps and a switch being turned on. When you opened your eyes you looked at Malcolm's back as he entered the torture room. When he came out he came out with a whip. 

His face displayed a look you haven't seen before. You've never seen Malcolm wear the face of true anger. His face was red and scrunched up. You were heaving mad and he was staring at you with the whip tightening in his hand. You and the inner voice in your head had only one thought that you both agreed on.

   ' Oh no. '