Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable…

The word repeated endlessly in Harvey’s mind, a mantra of despair and bitterness. He would not beg. Not for mercy, not for his life. He had too much pride, too much anger. Bound and broken, the fight he once carried seemed like a distant memory. He spat out curses under his breath, his voice rasping against the silence, though it did little to fill the void.

He understood now why they called you a demon. Maybe you weren’t one in the literal sense, but you had proven it to him in ways he could never forget, ways that painted the room and his memories in red. If he died here, he vowed to haunt you for the rest of eternity. It was all he had left.

His wrists throbbed from the tight restraints binding him to the iron bar bolted to the wall. The cold metal dug into his skin, but he hardly noticed anymore. Time had blurred into an endless stream of nothingness. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been down here. It was all the same. Maybe the damage to his body was clouding his mind, or maybe it was the constant shifts in control. His other half, personality, might have been doing what he could to survive, but even that was starting to wane.

All Harvey could do was sit, trapped in his own thoughts, waiting. Waiting for you to come down those steps, or for one of your lackeys to bring him food he wouldn’t touch. Hunger didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did. The only thing left was the oppressive weight of silence and the faint, unshakable certainty that this was the end.