You couldn't tell how long you'd been in that room. In the dark. With nothing but your own thoughts. Occasionally getting a visitor from a masked jackal who tortured your thoughts. Giving you the most hellish of nightmares. The worst illusions. Keeping you locked tight in ruby red cubes. Breaking your spirits piece by piece.

Days? Weeks? Months perhaps. It all passed by in what you wished you could say was a blur, but it wasn't. It was anything, but a blur, time went by agonisingly slowly. Minutes felt like hours, and counting the seconds made it no better. You didn't know how long it had been before you felt yourself cracking. You were starving. Parched. Exhausted; mentally, and physically. You wondered if you would ever be found.