You whined when the door flew open again and the sharp light shone into your eyes. The last time you had seen daylight had been a very long time ago and you were craving for it. You just wanted to see the sun, feeling it shine down on your skin and warm it up. You wanted to watch how the clouds moved by the way the wind blew. You wanted to breath in the fresh air and let it fill your lungs. You wanted the rain to drip down on you and rinse all the dirt away. 

The man, dressed in black put a plate down in front of you and told you to eat what was lying on it. You stared down on it, seeing the bread and the cold soup which you had grown so tired of. For this time you had been in here you had eating nothing else, always the same, but at least he still gave you something to eat and he didn't let you starve. You never anwsered him nor looked him back in the eyes as he was inside of your little room. You were to scared to look at him, you didn't want to see his face. 

"Eat it!" He yelled this time and his loud voice caused you to jump, innerly screaming in fear. When you still didn't move you felt how his hand landed in your face, slapping you again. You cried softly as you felt it getting hot, probably your old wound was now open and bleeding again. He heard you crying and started to hush, caressing your cheek with his fingertips. "Shhh, baby don't cry, I'm sorry for hurting you baby." He whispered lovingly what only made you shiver and trying to turn your head away from his touch. 

This man was insane, he had totally gone crazy. He thought you were his ex wife who had run away from him many years ago. Apparently you looked like her because he had never noticed before that you were not her, even though you had already told him that so many times be