"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked as the man approached me once again with his knife.
He showed no acknowledgement of my cries, even as I screamed in agony as he made yet another incision in my already broken body.
It had only been a few days ago that this monster had broken into my home and overpowered me, dragging me to this place that had quickly become my Hell.
No matter how much I begged and pleaded with him, he didn't hesitate to do every imaginable horror he could think of to me.
At first I had been here alone, but today the man brought another woman here, and when she saw me, she begged the man not to do the same to her.
But like he had with me, he ignored her pleads as he chained her to the wall.
She was saying the Lord's prayer as he brought a knife to her throat and slit it across, and in that moment I envied her. She believed in something, unlike me.
I hadn't believed in God, let alone that we had souls.
So when I had died the same way she was dying now, the things I hadn't believed in left my soul here, trapped inside my body, forced to feel everything that was done to it after my death.
I hadn't believed in anything, and now they show they don't believe in me.