Murdered by the Child I Raised

Knock. Knock. Knock.

In the still darkness, the sound of dripping water awakens my consciousness.

My mind suddenly snapped and I got up, as was my habit. But my body wouldn’t move as I wanted.

A clanging sound and a heavy feeling.

Oh, right···.

I was in custody.

There are no windows so I can’t tell for sure, but it’s probably been about three days since I started this hellish prison life. Maybe even longer.

The dungeon was cold and hungry. It was a harsh environment for my weak body. The bone-piercing cold and the occasional terrible hunger were pushing me to my limits, both physically and mentally.

“Ugh!”

He dragged the chains tied to his limbs and moved his body with difficulty toward the falling water drops.

He desperately licks the water that has pooled on the floor. It is dirty water mixed with dirt and filth. But he must drink this water to survive.

After finishing my first hydration in a while, I returned to my original position and sat down.

Gulp···.

I tried to ignore the hunger that was stabbing my stomach and thought about what would happen next.

How can I get out of this hell…?