The Shadow

Intro

A man's scream fills the night air of the underground room. The concrete he's chained to and lays upon is rough and uneven. Places dig into his flesh making sure he's never comfortable and always in pain. The light above him flickers like a scene from a scary movie, it's low humm is a constent companion. What Steven can see of the rest of the room does not leave him hopeful, even the light above him only casts upon himself and the closest wall leaving the rest of the room with the feeling of a black, endless hole.. The walls, floor and, ceiling are made of concrete, there are no windows as far has he can tell. The air smells of heated metal, iron and burnt hair. There are no outside sounds and noises other then the ones of the light, and those his capturer make.

Steven looks up at his torturer from his spread eagle, chained postion on the floor. His capturer has no defining features that he can see other then a shapeless shadow. His capture moves like the wind.. just before the killer comes into frame. His tormentor looms over him from the darkness of the room.An never says anything when he comes. On this visit The Shadow ( as Steven calls him) has cut him from shoulder to wrist on both arms Removing a piece of flesh the size of a pencil led all the way down. The knife The Shadow is using was dull and rusted. Stevens arms are on fire. The pain pulses in time with his racing heart beat.Steven by all means conciders himself a slim man with rugged facual features. He's not bulging with musculs but is naturaly toned. There was a time before his kidnapping and captivity he thought he could take care of himself. Now he wonders if that were wishful thinking. He hears The Shadow move to his metal tray. When he reappears in the light he's holding a medium size black plastic bag. The shadow walks to and kneels beside Stevens right shoulder. He watchs as The Shadow opens the glad zipped black bag and pulls out something white and powder like. A new smell fills the air. Just as Steven relizes what it is The Shadow rubs the salt into the open wound on steven's right arm. He fights to hold in his screams of ageny but that just makes his tormentor push harder and pour more salt into the wound.Steven screams erupt from his lips and mouth.His face is a scarlett red from the ferocious pain that flows over and threw his arm.Almost like lava from an erupting volcano. Steven becomes disorentated and dizzy. He prays for unconsiousness to over take him. The blackness of oblivion is at the edges's of his sight. The Shadow see's that Steven is on the verge of passing out an he stands and he moves in between Stevens speard eagle legs. he looks down at his captive. An tilts his head to the right like a puppy when its being cute or trying to understand the command you have just give. Steven is so out of it that he doesn't see The Shadow raise his left steel toe boot. But he feels it as his capturer stomps down sharply on his unprotected naked testicalscausing Steven to shriek out in pain one last time before throwing up on himself and passing out cold. The shadow again looks down at Steven before removing his boot from his testicals. He watchs as his captivies man hood swells and becomes discoloured before his eyes. He walks back to his metal tray and sets the black bag on it. Then grabs a bowl of water , a rag and, iodien before returning to Stevens right side. The room is so quiet that The Shadow can hear every breath his new toy takes and he smiles to himself........