Life and Amnesia

Part 4

The next day, the blue one came down to see him.

"What are you going to do to me now?" Randall demanded.

"That does it!" He stormed over and the lizard couldn't move fast enough. He grabbed him by the throat.

"You respect me or else I can encourage much worse torture for you! You got that?!" He said angrily in Randall's ear.

Randall nodded.

Then the blue monster forced Randall onto the bed onto his front side.

"No!" Randall managed to say.

The one on top of him was on his lower back and there was rough treatment of his sore hands.

"OW!" Randall cried out.

There were some snaps heard, and then he felt some cold metal around his middle in between his arms, but then his arms were released and the blue monster got off of him.

Randall was finally able to raise himself with his hands. This time he had been held down to get the cuffs off his hands. And they had been replaced with a belt like shackle on his lower chest.

"There, now you have your hands back, but you still aren't getting out of here anytime soon, Lizard."

"The name's Randall!" He growled.

"Whatever!" The blue one said and left, with the cuffs.

As he sat upright, Randall rubbed his sore wrists. It would take some time to get good feeling back in them. They were really bloody.

Randall went to the sink and wanted to wash them, but was reminded it didn't work. He reluctantly licked at the wounds. They stung, but he was determined to clean them.

Afterward, he tore some of the bedding up to wrap as bandages around his wounds. He didn't know how much longer he could take being here.

He was given more water later on, but no food. Hunger got stronger overnight. By morning, the growls were loud enough that they seemed to be taking on a personality of their own.

It had now been a week since he had been brought here and it was so boring and so lonely down here. When was he going to be taken out of this dungeon cell?

After some water was given to him that morning, he didn't get another one that day or for the following two days. Why were they doing this to him? He hadn't had any food either.

After nine days, and as thin as he already was, Randall felt he was going to get even thinner without eating. And his mouth was just dying for some water. The hunger pangs were irritating.

Randall would either sit on the bed or the floor, with a hand on his belly, trying to soothe it, but nothing would.

To him, it was obvious they were going to starve him now that they had used him up as their sex toy. He tried everything to get loose of the shackle that was on him now too. It wasn't hooked to the wall or anything so he could still move around the room. But it was for something.

Randall spent a lot of time either thinking or sleeping. But finally, on day ten, the blue one, who seemed to be the boss, finally came down to see him again.

He saw there was a full glass of water on the shelf and it hadn't been touched. It had been delivered while Randall was sleeping deeply and hadn't heard it this time.

He saw Randall was asleep. He nudged him with his bat. "Wake up. Wake up, Lizard."

Randall felt the nudging. "Hm?" He made a slight moan.