Beautiful Entities

The Space

My eyes shoot open to a blinding darkness. Air fills my dead beat lungs as if they haven't been alive for centuries. I'm awake.

"hello? Anybody?" i croak out. [cough, cough]

"Somebody, can anybody hear me? where am i?" [cough, cough, cough]

My very first thought is a name; Ashton Parlor.

it's extremely cold. It's so dark that i can't even see my own breath in this chilling space. It oddly seems made just big enough for me and It feels made of stone? i'm not sure of anything except that it's hard and smooth with a cold surface. Whatever it's made of, must be made sure so that nothing can ever get in, or maybe for me to never get out, but why? where am i? It's so quiet that the silence is loud and overbearing.

Still, who is Ashton Parlor? why is that name so familiar to me? i don't know anything except that my arms are bound tight to my sides by metal chains restricting any movement at all covering me from my shoulders to my ankles. There's a sharp object impaled in the center of my chest making it hard to breathe. The only thing i'm sure i can hear at this moment is my breath.

I'm not sure how much time has passed, how long have i been here? i'm trying to make sense of my surroundings, but i can't see a thing in this dead darkness. suddenly i begin to hear something, it's faint, but it's something. My blood rushing through my veins? Wait, is it my blood? now i hear what sounds like a heart beating in it's chest. That surely can't be my own because now i strangely realize that i don't feel anything at all.

Where am i?

How did i get here?

How long have i been trapped in here? 

Who am i?

Who is Ashton Parlor?

...

And there is no one to answer me

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