The boy shot a knife inside Darvince’s hand as he screamed in agony. Crimson filled his hand as the young boy knifed his other hand. The young girl meanwhile began to stab his leg with her gleaming tip of a knife. Darvince begged to stop, but it was impossible. The two could not stop as he were their toy. The girl stabbed the leg deep and Darvince could no longer move his right leg. As he looked around the dark, mossy dungeon around him for once more, he was lost in thought why they did this to him. He continued to scream in pain as he came back to life. The two stopped and prepared for another wave of tools. Darvince was crying hard as he stared at his friends doing this to him, but he already knew he would be dead sooner or later if someone doesn’t save him. The young girl had a small, shiny axe, and she swung it hard to Darvince’s feet. Darvince saw her blood flying from his feet and the pain came again to him. He tried not to scream, but he couldn’t. He moaned loud enough to hopefully alert any other people above, butshe later figured that the dungeon door was locked and sound proof. His best bet was to faint so that he could not feel the pain, but with continuous stabs, slices, and swings, it wasn’t possible. After hundreds of pain and screaming, the young boy and girl were satisfied and talked to Darvince. He did not listen as they did too much pain to him. He could only make out the words “coming tomorrow”, “more satisfaction”, and “stay here for a year.” The two left the dark room and Darvince was left alone. He looked at himself and he noted that he was covered in scars, cuts, and dark blood. He began to wander around the small dungeon room since the two released him from the cold, dark shackles after the session. He noticed a comfy bed in the corner, and lied down on it to relieve the pain. After a few hours or so, he decided to make a calendar. He marked the first day on December 21, 2012 and it was the first day of his new tortured life.