Corruption and Change

[Zepphos]

... He awoke again... Cold... Wet... Naked... Restrained... In complete darkness. His mind shuffled through his previous thoughts. His dream had been strange. People around him with no decernable faces, dark black rocks littering the floor, a light in the distance that he had to run away from... Then he remembered. The window, the huge rock outside of it, the overwhelming fear that had risen in his body... He bent over as much as his restraints would let him and heaved uncontrollably. There was nothing to release except the fear of impending torture. Death was not worth worrying about. He was sure he would be wishing for it soon enough.

His stomach began to feel as if it had been ripped open by the dry heaving. The pain allowed him to gather his wits enough to straighten out and stop retching, though the fear still kept hold. He tried to peer into the darkness, searching for something to focus on. Finding no shred of light, he tried to manouver around. His restraints began to slide forwards with him,

"What the..."

The restraints were on some kind of rollers above him. He tested the movement a little. They seemed well oiled. He walked forward pulling the restraints along, until he hit a wall. It was solid and strong. He smashed it with his knee and there was no echo from the sound. Solid wall, far too thick to give any hope of escaping.

The fear began to well up inside him again. He reared back and planted his head into the wall with some force. The pain was the only thing keeping him sane right now. He couldn't stand the darkness. No-one knew where he was. There was no chance of escape, or rescue. There was no company, except himself. There was a warm trickle down the side of his face. He couldn't tell if it was a tear or blood.

All hope had left him. Pain was all he had to look forward to.

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