He lied on the floor, bloodied and broken.
He was hungry. He was thirsty.
He was tired.
Every session lasted an hour or two. Just being beaten.
Then they threw him in a cell. He had marked the days with lines on the floor with his fingernails. They currently read: 7 weeks 3 days.
Just then, a tray was thrown in his cell. His daily meal. Just a glass of water and some slightly undercooked pasta. As always.
An hour or two after he ate, they picked him up and chained him back to the wall.
"Hey kid, we're gonna try some new guns on you today."
'Guns!? I'm gonna die... i can handle blunt weapons but what about bleeding out...?'
***
They threw him back in the cell, now bleeding a lot from holes in his body. He refused to die though. He couldn't. Not until Oko was safe. He knew she wasn't found because they left right after grabbing me. She was smart, so she's maybe surviving off of rations. Or beating herself up over her parents.
His eyelids grew heavy. Too heavy.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he woke back up...
It all restarted.
Another day has come.