It hurt. It hurt badly, and as I sat there, I had nothing else to do than feel the pain. I could feel the robe pressing towards the skin around my hands, and most places, it had already gone through the first to layers of my flesh. I sat quietly. I did not ask any questions. I did not protest. And yet, He still did not let me out of the place. I was used to the darkness. It did not frighten me, neither did it help me. And even though I loved the sun, I was capable of staying silently without complain. The room was high, three of four walls were made of stone, and one was the wall of a cage. It was a cold room, and the fact that my cloth was ripped did not make it better. The only source of light I had was a small window on the top of the room. About 5 meters up, and I guessed it was places just over the ground. Actually it had surprised me to see a window, but even the most fragile source of light was importing when sitting in a dark chamber underground. Without Food. Without heat. Without freedom.
