Hopeless

Pain

The first few hours of his treatment weren't as bad as he thought. Surprisingly enough he found some kind of calmness in the room, no danger, other than possible death from malnutrition. "Someday," he thought, "If I live to tell the tale of this monstrosity of a time." he wandered of in a deep thought and soon fell asleep. Only ten minutes after, he jolted awake by a blast of adrenaline and electricity. "What the hell?!" he thought. His brain surged painfully, his eyes and mouth twitched violently and he felt a hot fluid run down his face, seemingly thought to be blood. Damien internally moaned in pain. His stomach growled yearning for something - anything to be put in it.  He started gnawing on his lower lip to distract himself, and his stomach, from the overcoming pain of hunger, and the tantalizing smell of blood dripping from his face. Damien began to weep silently, and from lack of nutrition, he passed out. Damien's head rocked back and forth in protest from being restrained. His eyes snapped open and he lifted his arms to find that it had been freed. He fell out of his chair and hit hard on be floor, blood running through his head as it pounded painfully. Rolling onto his stiff back side, he clutched his stomach in agony. Then surprisingly enough, a cup of red liquid slid through an opening, Damien couldn't see. Damien crawled towards the cup, and drank it like there was no tomorrow.