The chains wrapped tightly around Ethan Blackwell's mind and body. He had felt nothing like it before and now it felt like the struggle to survive. He screamed in agony with the pain of a man possessed. "Is anybody hearing me?" Ethan yelled and screamed. The demon of his mind was ratcheting tight and nothing he could do seemed to help. With every single moved the demon of the mind pulled tighter, paralyzing his body causing to sweat, spit, cry, and yell to the point of exhaustion. Each drop of sweat was like water torture simply falling on his brow. This battle of the mind was real. Ethan's life had not always been this way but now what had it become? AS the torture of the mind continued day in and day out he was haunted with the way things once were. The voices in his head kept reminding him of what once was. Ethan was being attacked inside the deepest part of his mind and caught in a battlefield of the mind that knew no end. All day and all night he was, trapped alone with his demons that continued to constantly tighten their grip. The mental demonic battle between right and wrong is real and now this man, Ethan Blackwell was caught in the middle, every single breath was a fight for eternal salvation. The Bright One came to save him, but the Dark One seemed to have the stronger power. This fight was physical, mental, and spiritual. Help was just right there. Ethan could feel it, see it, even touch it. But it was just out of reach. The demonic chains bound Ethan Blackwell even tighter. The truth would set him free, but now he lives among the dead, crying in the darkness. All Ethan wants is to be free.