Chicken noodle soup for the twisted soul

never heard

I woke up. Where am I ? It's dark. I hear it. I'm not sure what it is. There it is again. I hear a wimper, but I don't think it was a dog. I think it was another person. It continued to get louder as the sound I didn't recognize kept repeating. My eyes have adjusted but it's so dark I still can't see anything but shadows. At first, I only see my own. This is when I realize that I'm tied to a chair. In reaction to this I accidentally tipped over my chair. There, there it is. It's coming for me. My screams were never to be heard again.