I was made to bathe in my own blood, I was choking my own blood as if my lungs were bleeding from the inside then I fight for breath but I can't get much... I can't do it anymore... I'm done... I want to die but looks like I was cursed by it... I'm neither alive nor dead but still fighting; with a sound of chomp my toe was plucked out that I screamed drastically as I was weeping like a child... a child so helpless who can't have anyone whom he go lurking back to, "One thousand minus seven is?" He asks closing his face right to my left ear as I was sniffling with the returning pain with my whole shuddering body as my hands were cuffed before me at the back of the chair and my ankles were chained with it, "Nine Hu...ndred and Ninety three... hee" I replied as if my tongue lose nerves to even speak.