I see the darkness, but only through a think stream of blood. My arms and legs are scratched up so bad I can't move them. I lay within a metal link cage. The basement smells musty with a tinge of metal to it. About ten hours ago I was shoved onto a car, black in color with the windows tented. The man whom was just down here has left and I seem to be losing blood as fast as my heart can pump it through my body. A metal pole, about two feet long, lays across the floor not far from me. My eyes daze as I hear the foot steps of the man, his tall slender figure forever stuck in my mind. A pool of blood surrounds me as I see him step to the cage and then my vision is lost, along with everything else.
