Marcus' toture

Ken’s POV

Being starved wasn’t the the first thing that they did to me. the constant spraying of vervain on me made it even worse for me. Marcus already had me. what I didn’t understand was why he continuously did this to torture me.

I sat weakly on the floor with my two hands chained. Where I was in a dark room that stank so badly. It was so small and hot too. they had kept me there for a week and I hadn’t gotten a taste of blood. Now imagine how tired I had been. It was hard to even stand up properly. To seat was an equal war

The door to my cell opened and I thought the guards have come as usual to give me my daily dose of vervain. I was surprised when they started undoing the shackle that had held me bound. Effortlessly the two guards jacked me and dragged me toward the door because I couldn’t feel my legs so walking was a bit hard for me. they led me through the hallway and I couldn’t count how many times I stubbed my toes on the hard surface. With the way my legs stung, I