I was being pounded by rocks second after second. I was stuck in a corner. The demons looked like dogs along with a snake with one eye. This is what I get for asking for help. New rule, never ask for help. I just asked if they could give me directions and they in turn started pounding me with rocks.

It felt like daggers. Blood dripped from my head. Blood dripped from my arms. 

"Is he gonna cry?" One giggled.

"Maybe his face won't be that fucked up?" Another said.

"Maybe he's lighter if we give him rocks."

"Oooh, I wonder if he'll start screaming."

"Look he's crying." One said pointing. 

Tears started sliding down my face. This is really painful. One stopped.

"Hey, I'm bored. Want to get some food?" One asked.

They nod. I cradle myself. Tears were flowing down like a waterfall. It's been a whole year. I've still seen horrors I can never think of describing out loud. Demons did stuff to me, stuff that was beyond torture. I really hope Rapunzel gets me out soon. I don't know how much longer I can survive down here.