The world was fading in and out, the days were blending together.
Darkness faded into dim light before fading back into darkness again.
It felt like there was an unbearable pain, or at least like there should've been but she couldn't tell if she could feel it or not.
Did her body even ache anymore? Was it even attached to her head?
Was she dead or alive? Hell or Purgatory?
The only thing she could feel was her own confusion, as if she could feel her thoughts physically swimming around in her head.
Everyday was the same scenery, the lighting rarely changed and her father's face and voice were all she saw or heard.
She hadn't been able to get up and walk around either, stuck, bound to this wooden chair.
The dungeon had already smelled terrible when she was first brought in but the smell had intensified. For a while it stung her nose but now that sensation too...she couldn't tell if she felt it or not.
Were they phantom pains or was her body starting to give up?
