I have screamed my throat raw. I can't see my wrists, but I can feel the blood dripping down my hands. I want to say I fought, I want to say I was brave.

I was a fool. Lured down in to the catacombs by a cask of wine, trusting a madman. What fault does he hold against me? What wrong have I done him?

Why in God's name does it matter?

He knocked me out and chained me here. I awoke to find him building a wall to shut me in. I begged, I pleaded, I screamed.

He whistled to himself while he shut me away. While he walled me in darkness. When the last stone was set, even the dim, reflected light of his torch was gone.

I try to distract myself. I sing songs and tell myself stories. I pray. Always my thoughts come back: why? What horror could I have committed to be condemned to this darkness? This slow death?

I fear. I would be a fool not to fear this hell. Even in the darkness I hear the rats. They skitter through the walls. They approach and sniff at me.

I will not die of thirst, or hunger. I will grow weak, I will go mad in this darkness. And the rats will come.

By God's teeth why? Before the end, please grant me that one mercy. To know why.

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