Dante remained curled up on the cold floor of the room where he had been locked up. He was clad in nothing but briefs and he felt cold but the cold was not his greatest concern at the moment.

It had been five days without any food for him. All he had had access to was water to keep him alive but Dante doubted if he was even still alive at that point. At times, he just wanted to slam his head in a wall over and over again until he died.

He had lived a life tortuous enough and he ...