A Special Kind of Hell
His constant torment fractured her very being; bruised her already hurting soul; destroyed any confidence that may helped her freedom, sooner rather than later. He cried innocence when confronted, turned it around and made her question her sanity. She blamed herself for all of their misery, for he told her as such, so it must be true. If only she wasn't already broken; if only she wasn't so numb to it all, then he wouldn't have to make her cry to prove she wasn't an unfeeling robot.