You don’t know how long it’s been, since you’ve been trapped in this musty, cold, dark basement. It feels like it’s been months. You’ve gone through agonizing pain… and yet, no matter how much blood you lost, no matter how detrimental the injury was… you always healed. It wasn’t a “gift” anymore, it was a curse…. No matter the damage that had been inflicted to you, you stayed alive.

You started to eat less of what he gave you. If you were thinner, if you were nothing but bones… he would stop eating you, right? It hurts so much, yet you’ve grown to feel numb inside.

The basement door opens… it’s dinner time.