Virgil's point of view

Then Roman walked out the door, holding the list.
He took the bait.

They have won.

What's the point anymore?

I sunk to my knees, ignoring my outfit and just cried.
I cured and cried as hard as it could.

Begin Envy was stopped by the other after trying to help me.
I looked at them.
Benign had a look of pity on his face.
While Malign had a look of twisted delight.

Like everything was going according to plan.
From my knowledge, it was.

I think after 10 more minutes of solid crying. I passed out.
Not something you really want to happen near people you hate the most.

All I remember is waking up.
In that dreaded place again.
Tied up in those same ropes, in the same outfit.

Everything just the same.

I wonder if the cycle will ever break.

Because I feel that I am running around in circles. Never get anywhere but nowhere.
The only place I am going is down and where they want to be.
Down.
Falling down and down.

Plumbing through the hole.
The darkness enveloping my body.
It dancing across my skin as I fall deeper.
The wind's fingers skimming through my hair.
I close my eyes and smile.

For the first time in ages I have had the courage to smile.

But the same thing will happen again.

Nine.

I will be struck down by him and his toys. The smile cut off my face with cold steel.

But I still keep falling further and further. Is there no end to this hole? This cycle?

I might as well enjoy my time falling rather than trying to resist any longer.

What's the point.

They have already won.