Lucifer

Memory

Darkness.

I am awake, but I am in darkness.

That's all I'm seeing.

I...I don't know where I am.

I am trying to move.

That's when I realize that my body is stretch out.

Both hands are tied with thick ropes, stretching above my head. Due to the fact that it would be impossible for me to brace my head that much upwards, I look at where the ropes that are tied to my feet are tied to. It's just darkness. I see this long rope stretching down into darkness.

I don't understand. This can't be real.

Wait.

I'm hearing incoherent sounds. It...sounds like human voices. I strain my ears for any proper words or sentences, but it's futile.

I am even trying to talk, but nothing. I feel myself panicking.

"Daniel!"

I can only hear myself in my head. The sound didn't came from my mouth.

I start focussing on my mouth. It's taped. Why is my mouth taped?

Have I been captured? How?

I am breathing heavily trying to catch breath as I struggle for air and definitely fully start panicking now. I try to move again.

It feels as if I'm laying on something. Something... soft, like a bed?

Where am I?

Did I die?

My eyes widen after fire engulfs in flames almost close to me. It start spreading wider around whatever I'm strap to, which I'd strongly say is a bed.

The whole place is now bright, reflecting from the flames of the deadly fire blazing around me.

Am I in hell?

I can't remember where I was before I got here.

No.

"Daniel!"

"Tina!"

"Anybody!"

My eyes widen.

Still no sound from my mouth.

I keep struggling for air. I'm sweating a lot.

The flame feels as if it's finding it's way through my skin. My whole body is burning up. It's on fire. Not even the soft bed I'm laying on gives me any sort of comfort. Foolishly, somehow I expect it to. I wouldn't mind it to be a pool of water right now.

Oh my God!

I scream and scream and scream, as the flames seeps deeper and deeper into my skin.

Tears are drowning my eyeballs.

"Daniel!"

"Tina!"

I cry hard as the flame continues to penetrate my skin, breathing strenuous with the very thought of dying, if I'm not already dead.

Death.

I'm not ready to die.

I squint my eyes as I see a dark figure emerging from the center of the flames towards me. Getting closer, closer and closer.

Even though I'm already feeling so much pain, I am still trembling from fear. It's when the figure approaches even closer that I realize it's the physique of a man.

When he comes into contact with me, he hovers over me.

Who is he?

Even from the closeness and the reflection of light from the burning flames I am unable to see or even recognize his face. It is as dark as a shadow.