The hardest part of the ordeal was waiting. I could deal with the pain, the lack of sleep, the exhaustion, and starvation. I could even deal with the oppressive loneliness. But it was knowing what was coming and yet not knowing when it would come that scared me the most. And there was nothing about this fear that I could fight off because it was so unknowable.
I closed his eyes, feeling sick to my stomach and did the only thing I could do, the thing I hated so much -- I waited. Waited for Micah to show up. Waited for him to tell me what he had in store for me. Waited for all his horrid plans to be set into action.
Once it started, things became…not exactly bearable, but understandable. As long as I knew what was happening, I could hold onto what little bits of sanity I had left. And until I could leave this place, I had to hold onto that. I had to know that I would one day be able to return home, return to Caroline and our daughter.
Maybe it was just really bad luck on my part. Or maybe Micah had somehow figured out what it was that was keeping me from going crazy. But really the reason doesn’t matter. All that matters is that one day -- after those horrible hours of waiting -- Micah came to me, but before he started in on telling me what tortures the day held, he blindfolded me.
Without my sight, the agony increased tenfold. The unknown began to drown me out, and it started to get harder and harder to hold onto those little bits of sanity -- the thought of Caroline, our family, the life we could have had together. After the blindfold, all that existed for me anymore was the waiting -- waiting for the next cut, the next needle p***k, the next lash. I never knew what was coming next.
All that I understood anymore was waiting and fear.
Ok this looks like total s**t. Figuring out MangaStudio. Took me 10 minutes just to figure out how to save for web. I'll see if I can get at least my real sketch out of this damn program.
Edit: Better. MangaStudio does some really cool things but man, I have so many issues with the UI.