Fighting and Holding on

Although Cedric got some joy out of kicking me, it didn't exactly affect me much, I've endured pain my whole life.

At this point, I could probably be tortured to death and although it would suck, I'd die being okay.

Thinking about it in the present, that's probably what's going to happen, but I will not go down without a fight, not after everything I've been through.

Once he was done kicking me, I suppose after not getting as much satisfaction as he thought he would, since I lacked reaction, he pulled me up to my feet by my arm.

He had a little break, he looked over at the wood and kicked it towards the piles by the cabin, and grabbed some with his hands to move them away.

While he did this I wiped some blood from my face and along with it a few pieces of dry leaves as well.

Then I looked over and saw bottles of fire starter fluid.