A husband for the princess. Chapter 2. Leonard's Cynicism

Christian Goldman

I opened my eyes slowly, I felt my tongue stuck to my palate, my dry lips stuck together, my body was a mess of pain, sadness, suffering, I regretted that this meant I was still alive and I did not want to go on because nothing had any value for me anymore, but I was too cowardly to try to deprive myself of it and to my misfortune, death escaped me. My conscience tortured me day and night for having destroyed the only beautiful thing I had in my life, I cried because every memory was a stab in my chest.

"L-Linda," I was able to articulate in a barely audible tone, it was more like a small howl of pain that came from the depths of my soul.

I tried to get up, it was difficult, I didn't have a single part of my body unharmed, everything hurt, then I realized that I was lying on the hard floor, I didn't know how many days I had spent there, locked in a small room, barely two by two, dark and damp, the pain in my ribs was intense, I didn't rule out that I had a broken rib