Stay

Daylen tossed and turned in bed. He could hear the mocking laughter of the devil in his ear. The ruthless words and the brutal hits that the beast landed on his body.

He tightens his hands around the bedsheets. His body shivered, the feeling was so real as though he was still there in that room with him.

Daylen's breath became heavy. His chest moved up and down in slow motion as he tried to hold on to the little strength he had left.

The monster's hands trailed up to his neck. "How dare you live slut?" the man raised a question to him right before he began to choke the life out of him.

"Ahhh," Daylen coughed waking up from his sleep. He placed his hand on his neck and heaved for breath. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and back.

Daylen's eyes moved around the room. Seeing the lights gave him small comfort, at least he wasn't back in the darkroom.

Then, Syvan walked in through the door carrying a cup of coffee and a bowl of porridge. He had been starving since they raided the ware