Phobophobia

Chapter 7: Haptephobia

I wake up on a cold surface. When I remember I'm in the "Punish Room" I slowly try to sit up. Once I'm in a sitting position, my face instantly starts to throb. I hold my brussed cheek in my hand, but quickly pull away as the slightest pressure hurts it. I let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting and look around. My attention is pulled to the chains on the walls. I slowly get p and walk towards them, my steps echoing through out the stone room. Once I reach the chains, I notice a stain on the floor beneath them, a dark brown-red color. I turn around and walk away as I start to feel sick. I focus on the odd lighting in the room, hanging bulbs spaced apart in organized rows, but then a small light on the roof in the far corner of the punish room. 

Curious, I walk towards it. As I near, I notice that a lightbulb isn't lighting it up, but the moonlight. I quickly go to the corner of the room and look up to see a small plate of glass in the roof, and look out to see the moon right over head. I start to smile, thinking I could get out through here. Sure, it mightbe a high jump and tight squeeze, but it's all or nothing, right? I reach up as high as I can to touch the dirty glass, having to go on my tiptoes to reach it. 

I tap the glass with my finger tip, and can tell the glass is pretty thick. I know I won't be able to break it with my fist.

With a sigh, I turn and look around the room for anything I can use to break the glass. The only thing in the room being the chains on the walls, I try to think of an alternative. and come up with searching the cobblestone walls for a loose rock. 

I head towards the chains, hoping that if someone who was restrained to the chains was pulling on them, it might have losened the rocks. I know that's sad, but it's my best bet.

I get as good a grip I can on the stones and wiggle them around, hopingto find one somewhat loose. But before I can really search, the usual drug starts filling the room, and I fall to the floor, asleep.

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This time, I wake up and am met with light flooding the room, making everything look clean. I squint my eyes as the try to readjust from the dim light of the punish room to this.

"I ned to think of a way to get back into the punish room..."  

Once my eyes finally adjust, I look onto the stage to the the Psychopath sitting on a stool, just staring at me. Even when we make ey contact, he keeps staring. But, myself trying to be brave, hold the eye contact until he finally speaks.

"How did you sleep." He says, his tone flat. He still holds his gaze, not blinking once. 

My eyes begining sting, I blink as they begin to water. My wrists being tied behind my back, I can't wipe it away, so the tear slowly falls down my cheek, making me look weak. And I just watch as a small, sick grin grows on his face. But I hold my chin up high.

"I slept great, just like a rock. But I'm sure you already new that, because you always need to study me. Were the camera's not working to well in there?" I ask, hoping to get him on edge. Maybe he'll send me to the punish room again...

"Actually, I thought I wouldn't have to send you there, so the camera's were off. And hopefully, I won't have to turn them on." He says, his voice still flat, but he does sound a little annoyed, which is good. "How's your eye." He says, not really with an asking tone.

I roll my eyes. I know he's not being sympathetic, but it just blows my mind he would even ask that.

"What do you think?" I ask with attitude, knowing the bruise he left is very visible. He is quiet for a minute.

"Fair enough. Have fun being touched." 

As soon as he says that the lights dim to almost dark, and the drug fills my nose. I instantly think the worst as soon as I heard his words. But before I can stress what is about to happen, I black out.