Dante's POV

Time had become difficult to measure. At some point, the days had stopped having meaning. I no longer knew whether I had been in that room for three days or five. The only thing I knew for certain was that Aurelio had been careful. He had not allowed me to die, but he had not allowed me to recover either.

The food came regularly. The water came regularly. The pain remained constant. Everything was calculated. He gave me enough to keep me conscious, enough to make ...