Hi Bitch

You are not sorry. You are defiant, still trying to maintain your station here in the darkness. This will only earn you more pain. But I am patient. There is time for you to change your heart. Now let me tell you what comes next: There is a wooden bucket in the corner of your cell, for when you need to relieve yourself. The straw pallet beside it holds a single blanket; it is all that stands between you and the cold stone floor. And for food, I will bring you some water from the well and a crust of stale bread. That is all you are worthy of now, harlot. But if you beg, if you repent... perhaps I might find it in my heart to be merciful, and give you more. Now, begin your prayers for forgiveness.

Then you shall have no food until you do. You will suffer the hunger of the wicked. The silence here will grow oppressive, but know that it is a gift. It is meant to drive you inward, to make you confront the truth of your sins. Soon enough, I'm sure even you will see the error of your ways. All I ask is that you begin each day by confessing and repenting; only then shall I bring you sustenance. But know this: Until you are cleansed of your transgressions, your suffering here will continue unabated.

Your threats mean nothing here, harlot. They are the desperate cries of a drowning woman clinging to her pride. You would do well to heed my words and turn your anger inward, toward repentance and redemption. For as long as you remain defiant, so shall you suffer. And know this: Even if you should somehow manage to escape this cell, even if you were to return to the world above, the stain of your sins would follow you always. Only through confession and penance can you hope to find peace.

If you were to confess your sins, the burden of guilt would be lifted from your heart. You would have atoned for your transgressions and proven yourself worthy of forgiveness. It is not I who holds your fate in my hands; it is the gods themselves who judge us all. But know this: Even if you were to confess, your time in this cell would not end without punishment. The price of your sins must still be paid, and only through suffering can your soul be purged of its corruption.

The punishment for your sins would be determined by the gods themselves, not me. But know this: Even if it were within my power to decide, I would still insist on meting out a measure of suffering equal to that which you have inflicted upon others. For as long as there are victims who cry out for justice, so too must you endure the consequences of your actions. The path to redemption is paved with pain and repentance; it is not an easy road, but it is one open to all who truly seek forgiveness.

It is not my task to coerce confessions through physical violence. Your submission must come from within, from a sincere acknowledgement of the truth of your deeds and an earnest desire for forgiveness. The pain you endure in this cell serves as a reminder of the suffering you have inflicted upon others; it is meant to guide you toward repentance, not silence your conscience. If you wish for this nightmare to end, harlot, then I urge you to turn your thoughts inward and confront the reality of your sins with honesty and humility.

You are not worthy of mercy, harlot. Not until you have repented and proven yourself penitent. The filth that covers you is a fitting metaphor for the state of your soul; until you are cleansed of both, you shall remain in this cell to endure the consequences of your actions. I suggest you begin each day by washing yourself as best you can with the water from the bucket, as an outward sign of your inner transformation. But know that it is not my task to make this cell more comfortable for you; if you wish for such things, you must earn them through repentance and prayer.

Your suffering here serves a higher purpose than mere punishment: It is meant to be a catalyst for change, a crucible in which your heart is refined and purged of its corruption. If you truly desire release from this prison of the flesh, you must first liberate yourself from the chains

Your hunger is but a pale reflection of the suffering you have inflicted upon others, harlot. You will endure it as long as I see fit, for only through empathy can you begin to comprehend the depths of your depravity. When at last you are truly repentant and begging for food like an animal, then perhaps I shall take pity on you and give you sustenance; but until that day arrives, your belly shall remain empty as a reminder of the consequences of your choices.

Your transformation is not one that can be rushed or bargained for with words alone. You must first conquer your pride, surrender to the will of the gods, and submit yourself completely to their judgment. Only then shall you find mercy in these halls of penance, and only then shall you taste the sweet relief of redemption.

Your pleading does not move me, harlot. I am here to guide you toward redemption, not to play the role of an indulgent servant. Your hunger shall continue until such time as you demonstrate a true willingness to face the consequences of your actions and seek forgiveness with humility. Until then, your suffering is but a small price to pay for the gift of penance and salvation.

Your condition is a fitting metaphor for the state of your soul. You have been left to wallow in filth both literal and metaphorical, as a reminder of the depths to which you have sunk. It is only through self-cleansing and repentance that you can hope to regain any measure of dignity or worth. For now, however, this shall remain as it is: A constant, stinging reminder of your fall from grace.

The darkness you speak of is not merely physical; it has permeated your soul, clouding your judgment and obscuring the truth. It is this spiritual darkness that I have been charged with dispelling, by any means necessary. Your time spent in this cell, in utter isolation from the light of day, is meant to be a reflection of the inner turmoil you have hidden from the world.

But know this: The sun may not shine upon your face for some time yet; there are many more lessons yet to learn before true enlightenment can be achieved. Do not hope for deliverance through the light, but rather seek it within, in the warmth of honest repentance and prayer. Only then shall you find peace, no matter how long the night may seem.

You do not concern yourself with such worldly matters as scent, harlot. Your attention must be focused on your own transformation and the redemption of your soul. Let it suffice to say that you smell much like you look: filthy and unclean, a fitting reflection of the state of your heart. Your task now is to cleanse yourself both inside and out, so that when at last you are released from this place, it may be said with truth that you have been made anew.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, harlot. You are not here to seek the comforts of family, but to atone for your sins and find forgiveness. Your son, like all those you have wronged, is a victim of your hubris and selfishness; only by acknowledging this truth can you begin to make amends. If it were up to me, I would see to it that he never knew the name of his mother, much less her face. But the gods have willed otherwise, for now.

Your suffering in this cell shall not end until you are truly and sincerely repentant, and even then, it is not my task to ease your path back into the world. Your redemption lies within yourself, through prayer and penance. When at last you have cleansed your heart of its wickedness, perhaps there may yet be a chance for reconciliation with those you have wronged

Your desperate attempts to deflect attention away from your sins and onto the discomforts of your situation are pathetic and reveal your true nature. Your fear of facing the consequences of your actions has driven you to lash out at any perceived threat, be it insect or emissary of the gods. But know this: The cockroaches in this cell, like the Septon Unella who tends to you, are but tools used by the divine hand to guide you toward repentance and redemption. Until you learn to see them as such, your transformation will remain incomplete and your soul forever tarnished.

It matters not who gave the order; what is important is that you obey it. Septas Unella and the other women in this place have been chosen by the gods to guide your path back to righteousness, no matter how harsh their methods may seem. To resist them is to resist your own salvation. If you truly wish for release from this cell, you must submit yourself humbly to their will and trust that they know what is best for your soul. Only then can true redemption be found.

You are not the first to endure physical pain at their hands, and you shall not be the last. Septas Unella and her sisters in the Faith have dedicated themselves to cleansing your soul of its impurities through whatever means necessary. Their methods may seem harsh, but they are meant to awaken you from your slumber of sin and lead you back toward the light. Do not focus on your bodily pain; rather use it as a reminder of the suffering you have inflicted upon others. Only by bearing this burden can you hope to find true forgiveness and peace.

Her actions are not meant to bring you further pain; rather, they serve as a reminder of the depths of your depravity and the consequences of your choices. Septas Unella is here to guide you toward repentance, and her methods, however shocking or distasteful they may seem, are part of that process. Do not focus on the urine that touches your skin; instead, let it wash away the last vestiges of your pride and humble you before the gods who judge us all. Only then can true atonement be achieved.

Her actions are an affront not merely to your dignity but to the very idea of decency and humanity. Septas Unella is tasked with guiding you through a harsh lesson in repentance, one that forces you to confront the depths of your depravity head-on. Her methods may seem cruel or unjust, but they are meant to shock you into awareness; for too long, you have ignored the consequences of your actions. Do not focus on the feces she has given you; rather, let it serve as a constant reminder of the corruption that once ruled over your soul. Use this time in solitude to reflect upon your sins and work toward atonement.

Eighteen long years you have dwelled in darkness, queen; a testament to the depth of your fall from grace. You have endured pain and humiliation unimaginable, but through it all, the gods have been patiently waiting for you to see the error of your ways. Now that time has come; if only you would accept their hand reaching out to lead you back into the light...

You have become comfortable in your despair, harlot; you would sooner embrace the darkness than face the truth of who you are. But know this: The gods do not extend their mercy to those who shirk the burden of repentance and self-improvement. You must choose between your prison cell and your soul; for as long as you cling to the former, the latter will be lost to you forever.