The darkness was overwhelming. It made his entire world. There was no way to anticipate where the next pain, probe or pinch would come from.
His attacker never spoke, except through actions. Caresses ended with pain. Bite marks covered his entire body but were then covered with kisses.
Love and hate combined as one; becoming neither.
His world of darkness hides a bundle of rags for a bed and a couple of dishes for food and water, similar to a dog’s. They were always full of fresh food and water; yet no one appeared to fill them. There were four walls and what felt like a door that had no handle on this side of the room. No matter how high he reached or jumped, he could not touch a ceiling or window.
He knew of these from his last life, when he had a family, or so he imagined in the darkest moments.
He seems to remember a mother; all loving and warm with kisses and hugs and peanut butter cookies and pushing him high on the swing. He remembers or imagines being tucked into bed and cuddled with stories of dragons and knights in shining armour who conquer all evil. THEY WERE LIES!
"Excuse me!" He shouted. "Can anybody hear me?" No one replied.
"A blanket," he said. "I just need a blanket! It's so, so cold in here." But his pleas went unnoticed as the room hummed and shook around him.
He brought his knees up to his chin, tried to make himself as small as possible, tried to ignore the pain. It was to no avail. There was to be no release, until... Until the journey was over.
And as though this were not punishment enough, he'd had to pay $30 to check his suitcase.
Opening: DW.....Continuation: ril