[ WP ] Make me side with a serial killer from the perspective of one of his victims .

It was time to sleep. So I dropped down to my knees and prayed. Prayed to every god I knew of, in case one of them was listening. And to Him! 
 
 Tomorrow morning is just going to be just another repeatation of today. Wake up before sunrise. Eat the thin gruel. Then pick up my hammer, and break rocks. And break more rocks. And keep breaking rocks until your muscles give up. Then start swinging the hammer again until the whips stop. Then gruel. Then sleep. 
 
 I have no idea what day it is. Or which month. Or which year. It rains sometimes. Sometimes its too hot during the day. Sometimes its too cold at night to sleep. But we have forgotten how to count. 
 
 I am not the only one who prays. The new ones, they still plan for escape. Me, and other broken ones, just pray for the end. We dont want vindication. We dont want freedom. We just want this to end. 
 
 I lie down on hard stone and close my eyes. I hear footsteps. Maybe it's Him. He has shown mercy to five wretches till now. Maybe, tonight, it will be me.
