A trip down the memory lane-5

It has been 2 weeks since I became a captive. Every day has been full of torture. Not day but night.

I was treated normally during daytime and was given free meals. I even became friends with the macho dudes. But at night, they helped Margaret torture me.

The torture methods varied. The first day was light torture. And it kept escalating. Last night, I was shocked for two hours. The tingling sensation made my body numb. I would have died if the voltage was higher.

Before that, they beat the living hell out of me with metal bats. My ribs were almost broken. But my bones are cracked more or less.

I was able heal pretty quickly and my pain tolerance has improved. They stabbed me and gouged my body with knives as well.

Looking back at those, I feel that I have grown. I didn’t even scream which made Margaret kind of mad.

“Dude, are you really human?”

One of the macho dudes asked.

“I am a bonafide human.”

“You don’t seem human to me. No one has survived more than two days. But you are in