𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Rovi

All your insides felt as though they were twisting as soon as your body was thrust through the deep portal.

You were unable to open your eyes or move your arms due to the strong gravitational force that pulled you. And as you were teleported further away from Midgard, the density of your surroundings compressed your chest, sucking all the air from your lungs.

The pain that spread around your body was unlike any other, but the torture of suffocating while experiencing that agony made the mere minute of your whole ordeal feel like eternity.

You gasped and choked as panic flooded your senses. But just before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you landed on something cold, and hard.

Immediately the after effect of being thrust through space sent crippling pain through your body. And you would think the first thing you'd do having regained oxygen in your lungs would be to gasp for a breath. But the intensity of the agonising pain you now felt made you scream out instead. Your long ear-splitting shrill showing your deep suffering.

You collapsed down, your cheek hitting the solid cold floor, but although your eyes were now open, you were unable to make sense of anything around you.

Your mind shut down all other senses as a coping mechanism, forcing you to focus entirely on breathing. You breathed in and out, releasing slow sharp breaths as your body became accustomed to the pain.

You lost all sense of time, unaware of how long your listless body lay frozen in place. It was only when you began to shiver—your bodies natural response to warm up, did you finally start to become aware. Your eyes slowly began moving from side to side, absorbing what you see around you.

In the darkness you saw metal walls, no windows, and only a small bed that looked as hard as the steel floor you lay on. With a grimace on your face, you slowly start to pull yourself up, feeling the pain spread with each motion.

You finally manage to sit up, and as you twist yourself around to stare at the other side of the room, you see metal bars in place of a wall. You eye roll, feeling irritated, but not surprised to learn this was a cell. The cold steeliness you felt when laying on the floor made it obvious this wasn't a place of comfort.

Beyond the bars was more darkness, yet you could see the closed door of the room, it was also the only exit.

You squint your eyes, desperately trying to decider if the shapes on the wall were windows. They resembled glass, yet outside was more blackness. It confused you. You wondered if they were painted black, purposely blocking out all light.

Blinking buttons that resembled a control centre was the only light source. It reminded you of an aviation cockpit, yet you felt no vibration of the engine as you'd come to expect in flight.

Still shivering and weak, you decide to slide across the floor, directing yourself towards the bed. Once your back touched the metal frame, you hoisted yourself up onto the mattress and slumped your back against the wall for support. This small act draining you of a lot of energy.

You wanted to sleep, needed to sleep. But you knew should you lay down, it could be days before you get up again. And you couldn't allow yourself to be vulnerable for that long.

You pull the thin blanket over you and raise your knees against your chest. Battling with the defiant voice in your head that yells at you to sleep.

You stare at the many blinking lights, zoning out until all the colours blur together. But as you gaze into the nothingness, your lids slowly close, and your head flops down onto your knees.

You lay in wait... remaining deathly still.

In the eerie silence of the room, you hear the lock to your cell unlatch and immediately your heart rate increased.