Forty Nine
I found out after 3 weeks of staying within the dungeons that I had never felt pain in my life. the fact that what had happened between me and Killian and all the incidences of bad luck that I had had was nothing compared with a few minutes with the old witch.
My little doll, that's what Elias the witch would call me, he would then proceed to try his best to unravel me, pick me apart and then put me back together with magic. At the end of the day I'll be taken away. By sunrise, that's when the guards often came at least that’s what they said. and I'd be given just a stale loaf of bread with water, taken to the witch where I'd scream and curse to the goddess above for a quick death, an escape that never comes and I'd blackout but when I came too again it's sunrise and the guard is guiding me to words the witch over and over again.
I did lose track of the days after the third month, or was it year? It’s hard to tell time in a place like this, how long I’d be unconscious or how long I’d b
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