How long had it been? He had tried to keep track in the beginning, counting the minutes, the hours, the days. But each time the cell door opened and the sessions began, the very nature of time mutated – minutes indistinguishable from hours, hours indistinguishable from days.
Pain drove off coherent thought. The searing, unrelenting agony left no room for anything else. In fact, it seemed to him now that just the promise of pain, the sound of the creaking hinges as the door opened, was enough to fracture his fragile mind.
“There are things,” they would say to him. “Things we want to know. Things you will tell us.” And then they would begin. And he would tell them things. Any things. All things.
When he mercifully passed out, there was no way of knowing how long his reprieve. Except to know it was never long enough. But he no longer feared dying. He knew there were things much worse than dying. Like waiting to die.
How long had it been? He no longer cared. Instead he wondered how much longer it would be.
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