The man which shows no mercy

Chapter 3 The Cannabials

Alone again. In this nightmare, I think about what these men are, why they do what they do.  Why on earth would you want to eat humans. Unless you were some crazie zombie of course. But people eating people? I know if I escape, when I escape I'm going to pull every tooth from their dirty bloody mouths.

I have no way of telling the time  but my body tells me once again to sleep. I force myself  to stay awake, to concentrate on getting the hell out of here.  Still I have little to go on. Wait, what if I use a knife to  saw through  the chains, maybe that would work. Reaching out as far as the chain cuffs would let me. With each slight movement, the further it burys itself  like  the knife slashed through my skin during my hour of torture. The cold memories flood my mind. Survival is my ultimate test. I will survive!

I realised how exhausted I was after I gripped the knife. As I try drastically to get free I remember when I was 5, when I was locked in the cupboard. Like now I was trying to get free to find my mum. where did my mum go?...