Am I not pretty?

Chains clinking on the damp walls

Hands and legs bound

Blood oozing from nose and mouth

Skin covered with blisters

Blonde hair tangles and dirty

No one to hear you scream

No sense of time

Nothing to see

It is dark, it is always dark

Some days are lucky, finding water

Gulping the liquid from the packet

Only to vomit it out after tasting the drugs mixed with it

''What place is this?'' A raspy voice asks and is met with silence.

Oh what would a soul do to escape this darkness and see a little light

God answered the prayer and a bulb flashes to life

Looking at the face a shriek echo's throughout the dungeons

Placing one hand on my heart and the other on my scarred face I pretend to be hurt

''Why did you scream? They are only nails.'' I poke the one above my eye. ''I'm sure you'll like it too.

Am I not pretty?'' My laughter drowns the cries of my Ex-bestfriend.