Little by little I was growing weaker.

Tortures, apparent deaths, résurrections destroyed me. I will not die but I knew that I could not fully live again: I'll become a sort of dried out mummy incapable of moving, the mind lost between life and death.

And yet Van Glück fed me. A bit. He had to keep alive. His experimentation needed that.

And it was Helene, my sweet Helene, who was in charge of that.

Once a week ?... they chained me in a steel cage and they took Helene to me.

She cried, seing me."Oh Agnes... Oh Agnes !"

My Beloved.

She brought me a bowl with blood... I didn't know where they get it.

And I greedily laped it up. Blood was icy, probably it came from a freezer but it gave me some strenght.

Enough so I could stand up during an instant and I cursed them, growling.

Forever !