[Warning: contains angst & violence & suicidal thoughts, if you are sensitive, please skip right to the A/N at the bottom where I will give a short summary of this chapter. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.]
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(Chris's POV)
Darkness began to envelop my vision as the familiar feeling spread like a blanket over me, smothering me.
No, not now...
My protesting voice was weak as I swallowed with a dry throat, unknowingly gulping in some of my own blood in panic.
Wounded. Helpless.
Forced to watch as I was dragged into a flashback, the kinds of previous many.
Blackness was the last thing I saw before I felt myself go limp.
My wrists are heavy, ice-cold and the tips of my toes are barely touching the ground. I blink and become aware of intense pain in my shoulders and on my torso.
Raising my head causes a groan to escape me. Sweaty locks of my hair shift stiffly in front of my face as I peer through them to see what was going on.
My arms are strung up high above me, wrists dangling from iron cuffs suspended from the ceiling with long chains. My ankles are likely bound to the wall in a similar fashion. Thick strands of rope tie around my middle and my legs. Whenever I try to move, my whole body screams in agonized protest.
Dried blood cracks on my shirt, which is shredded into pieces, barely covering my pathetic body. Slashes of the fabric of my pants, which is in a slightly better situation, suggest some form of brutal torture.
I try to pull on the chains in an attempt to free myself, but quickly become aware of my muscles trembling with exhaustion, unable to move an inch. I bite down on my lower lip, brace myself and violently twist my body.
The resulting agony that explodes in sparks behind my eyelids causes a bloody scream to rip out of my mouth and my whole body going limp and quaking from tiredness.
It feels like white-hot metal being cruelly pressed and held there onto every inch of my flesh.
Red warmth runs down my fingers from newly pierced skin—there are pricks on the iron.
My stomach drops as the chorus of pain intensifies, taking over almost all my consciousness.
How do I wake up from this nightmare...?
The door creaked open and my head whips instinctively towards the sliver of grey hallway. A tall figure looms there, face strewn with shadows, lips twisted upwards in a drunken smile, a half-empty bottle of liquor clutched in his right hand. When he moves, leering towards me, the liquid swishes around violently.
I catch a hint of maroon in his eyes, just like snakes' slits.
"Well now, we're afraid aren't we?"
His voice is rough and slurred, but somehow sleek and sickly cooing at the same time.
I bite my lower lip, feeling them tremble with apprehension.
Footsteps, coming closer and closer.
My hands tighten into fists unconsciously, grasping at the steel chains that stinks of long unwashed blood and various other body fluids.
He leisurely walks over to the rack beside me and inspects the contents displayed upon it carefully.
The stench of my own sweat and blood is heavy upon my nostrils as I watch, immobilized with terror and pain.
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