Midnight Advance

Flesh

When Robin had awoken, his body felt very sore. Like it'd been pulverised over and over again, it was not a pleasent feeling to have over you. The young boy attempted to move but as he did, a clang was heard and past his face just scraping his cheek was a knife. Freezing in place, he eyes the blade that is now before his eyes.

Where the hell had that come from?

At the sound of steps , Robin tried to locate the noise but he couldn't. In the garage was very dim, the light source wasn't the best. The boy heard the sound of a cage opening and now caught a glimpse of his kidnapper. The male just walked in, took the knife and held it before the young males eyes.

"Ah, the little boy wakes up. I'm surprised that you dodged my blade gun. Most don't on first shot. Very impressive."

The killer chimed in glee as the boy tried to focus on what the man was saying, why was his hearing all messed up? It was like he was hearing an echo in his brain. The teen mumbled something lowly to himself. It was his stomach that betrayed him by roaring loudly. Looking at him, the killer smirked.

"I'll unshackle you for food, if you can finish the maze I've made."

Robin found this a fair deal, he done a maze. He gets food, pretty simple deal.

"Good boy."

Grinned the killer, his mask hiding his true intentions.

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After having been unshackled, the boy follows the older male through the garage and up a flight of stairs. This house was so huge... He'd be lost if he ever tried to run away from this mad man. Keeping his mind on the tasks at hand, Robin swallowed and returned his gaze to the older mans face. A look of fear struck him as the killer stared down at him.

"Don't threat, I don't want to kill you....I just got you. Why would I kill a pet I just found , wouldn't be much of a use now , would you then?"

This news didn't do anything for the nerves in Robin's stomach, just made him feel a hundred times more sicker, what was this man planning to do? What sort of maze did he want him to get through ? He'd been in so much thought that he never saw the man stop and crashed into his leg.

"Daydreamer are we? Going to have to train that out you, hah."

Pushing the boy forwards, the male shut the latch on the mazes entrance. With hand movements, he gestured the boy to start walking. Robin felt so terrified but the fear faded as soon as a black screen was placed in front of the man. That gaze just made all hairs stand on end whenever he'd been in the room...it was like he'd wanted to eat him.

Looking ahead, the young boy stopped in terror. Before him was a tight space, on each wall were thin spikes , surely that maniac didn't expect him to cross over that, he'd be shredded apart. As if on cue, the monitor lit up and on the screen was the killer and a plate of delicious looking food. Robin felt his stomach churn in hunger.

"The task is simple, my dear boy. Cross the path and you get your food. Better hurry, after 1 minute. A gas will set in, it's very toxic to young lungs. So tick tock."

The monitor lit up a timer and then the mans face vanished. Standing there stunned , the boy didn't know what to do. This was like a horror film, a very real horror scenario. The timer ticked loudly as the child gulped and began walking towards the wall. Taking a breath, he stepped one foot in and screeched out as his skin tore on the spikes. Step after step, cut after cut , he watched the floor become red with his own blood . His vision was blurring but he'd just managed to get by the bridge.

Robin collapsed to the floor and laid there in his own blood. He barely heard a word that the man was saying over the screen, only the sound of his own heart beating slowly. Soft footsteps echoed over to him , he couldn't hardly feel the touch on his cheek. Nor, could he feel himself getting carried back to his cage and placed on the mattress. His eye cast to the food on the floor.

With his remaining strength, he pulled his bleeding body over to the food and looked at the note on the floor.

"Pets who behave, get treated like royalty. Remember that, eat up... You done well."

The boy needed no second warning, he greedily dug into his meal, he never even bothered to use the fork or knife. He just ate like the dog he'd been treated like. Unknown to him , the killer was watching his every step on a hidden camera that was on one of the teddies in the boys cage. He notes down several observations and then he stopped to look at the screen with the boy now sitting and crying his eyes out. The killer zoomed into the face of the boy and lightly stroked the tears on his face.

"Log one, ensure this one is taken extra good care of. Will need medic supplies for wounds. Also, pay trip to the child's home for forgotten belonging and clothes. Also, make sure to lock all cage doors, this one proves crafty. End of log."

Placing the recording away, he switched back to the monitor and stared.

"The fun has only just begun, let's see....how much he's willing to do for survival."

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End of this one.

Well this is now getting to the point of the story.

When in extreme situations, you'll do anything to live.

No this is not like my other story, but it has the same theme as it.

This story is a lot darker than Stockholm Syndrome.

Anyways , I'll let you enjoy this and I'll dream of the new chapter in my sleep.