Little Goat Mountain transient

The entire sense of time has started to fade. Most days are cold and stuffy in the cave, when she can remember. She’s tried more than once not eating what is brought to her and is reminded of the pain the monsters can cause and if it didn’t hurt so bad, she might let him torture her until it kills her, but his sadistic nature reminds her that death is a long, painful way off.

She’s started to consider time between when he brings her food; for a lone wolf it helps put and keep weight on her. Without moving very much, or exercising beyond being used against her will but it hasn’t seemed so bad the last few days (not that she’s aware of the time) and she doesn’t mind when the monster comes around, feeling a little more dependent on touch than she has before. When she’s alone with her few and far between lucid thoughts, she thinks he’s brainwashed her, depending on everything he does but life holds so little meaning these days, but he has been a little more eager to get what he needs.
 
As she stirs awake, she feels a burning in her chest that seers all the way through the rest of her body, centering it’s strength between her legs. Ocra closes her eyes and groans, somewhere in the back of her mind she’s vaguely registering what’s going on though she has little to question it. The cave is heavy and thick with her scent, half-worried she’ll attract the attention of anyone else as unsavory as her captors. As the heat burns, more than from constant abuse alone, she slowly tries to pick herself up but all her energy has been zapped from being constantly sedated and infection in her wounds. Aware all attempts may be futile, she feels the fire in her to try and get away, hoping to escape the inevitable.