I just stood there looking at him, he slowly looked up at me and our eyes met. His face is swollen from the punches, the silver in the chains are keeping him from healing. He just stares at me without saying a word, my eyes travel down his body, he is shirtless but his chest is covered with blood but I still could see his muscular body. He is still wearing the black dress pants from before but no shoes. My eyes travel back up to his eyes that are looking at me with such pain and suffering.
“I don't remember you, I know how you are and what you did but I don't remember you” I say with a sad voice.
I see his eyes fill with tears and he takes in a deep breath pulling on the chains on his arms. He did not flinch from the pull but I look at his wrists, they are bloody and look bad. I flinch
