those bastards! Ugh...they starve me...it hurts so much....they tie me to a wooden chair and my hands are behind the chair....they even ripped off my shirt...my white hair is a mess....the blood...on the ground taunts me...im so...hungry...haven't fed in...so long....i might die here from starvation. These damn church people "Hey! Dont close the door on me-!" oh no....they just closed the door of this prison. The grey walls and small cramped empty room is my death bed i guess.

(Centuries later)

ugh...how long have i been out for? My head hurts. Im famished...blood.i need it...badly