Everything hurt.

It hurt to move, blink and even breathe.

You had been put through so much pain. Both physically and mentally. Who even knows how long you’ve been down here in this hell. No one was coming..

Your captor, Dream, hadn’t come down yet. Good. You cherished the time that he was gone. Every time he came down it was hell. It was some sick way to “condition” you into loving him.

And just recently he had reached a new level in that mental torture. He had been forcing you to speak into some small recording device, forcing you to insult yourself, making you call yourself degrading things before making you listen to them in headphones on repeat for hours.

It was a sick way to break you. And with all the mental on physical pain it was starting to work.

Who knows when he’d come down for the day. In your little cell. Hell hole. You couldn’t move at all. You were completely restrained, gagged and chained to the hard concrete floor against the concrete wall. There was no way to break the chains. The amount of times you’ve tried. It’s been exhausting. All of Dream’s belittling words had been plaguing your head. He had always been so sure that there was no way for you to escape. Maybe he was right..

All you could hear was your own breathing. It was completely silent. Only making the moment of Dream coming down even more dreadful.