Master-Kat-Illusion

What time was it? Your body didn't so much as twitch as the question flared up in your mind, as it had countless times before. Your stiff muscles hardly allowed any movement without a great deal of will behind it, the factor of which you were strongly lacking in. Time. Time had all but become the heat filtering through the rafters in relentless waves. Time had become all but the sharp sting of dirt in your cuts and dull pain from your bruises. Time had become all but torture worse than any being could ever inflict. Day and night were communicated only by the cycle of unbearably hot to icicle cold. And sometimes you would miss it due to the f