My eyes opened, and I found myself back in that dreaded place. It used to be a space I could collect my thoughts and gather more information, but recently it turned more into a torture cage. Before me stood my torturer with his coat off his shoulders again, as he gave me some time to get to my full senses so that he could start with the torture he calls training.
Though now this training just sounds like a grandiose excuse for him to cause as much pain to me as possible, so I get desperate to drink far more blood than I am supposed to. All under the umbrella of calling this self-defence.
