The Room

My eyes fluttered open.
Innocent ocean coloured eyes, lingering over the bare walls of The Room. I focused on the locked door, fantasising about what was beyond it. Cream coloured walls surrounded me; suffocating me. The bed, I have spent several nights in, creaked as I slowly stood up. My fragile bones cracking from the past torture I had endured.

Following routine, I pushed my stiff body off the chalky bed, staring at the thin old mattress shoved against the wall. Waking over to the small, mouldy sink in the corner of my tiny room, I collect as much water as possible in my singular, murky plastic cup. I take a slow sip, feeling the dirty texture of the water running down my dry throat. I tense as I felt the cool feeling of the water cutting through my body. My rip cage, and stomach sensitive from the experiments.
I clean the cup with as little water as possible, wary of my water limits.
Returning to my bed I glance around The Room. Four walls, a sink, a bucket and a thin mattress were all that occupied it. An eerie feeling of heaviness washed over me as I continued to observe The Room. The rusty light hanging low from the roof casting a full light barely brightening anything.
Feeling my body become drowsy, I close my eyes, excited to capture a hint of escapism. Which never came.

Before long, I was wide awake. Suddenly feeling as lively as before. Curiosity consumed me as I go to get up. Except I couldn't move. Thick dark bandages held my thin delicate wrists and ankles in place. Even the smallest of movements, the ropes would tighten. Casting a suffocating and claustrophobic effect over me. I went to scream but almost like being on mute, my voice was not heard. I tried again and again. Nothing. Coldness wrapped around me as the icy, metal table melted into my skin. Attempting to subdue the coldness, I began to shake, my wrists and ankles only rubbed on the ropes. I hissed in pain, feeling burns and blisters becoming evident on my fair skin.

A bright light pierced the darkness, illuminating what I hadn't expected. A large room, lined with fridges labelled O negative to AB positive. Bare walls, much like the ones in The Room are shown, along with computers, testing devices and what looks to be needles. Blinded by the light, I squint my eyes. Only to widen them as I see a person, or rather creature, step out from the darkness. I gasp as I examine his features. Pale, flushed skin surrounds his red raging eyes looking though his dark black hair that framed his square jaw and symmetrical nose. He smiles innocently as if knowing his eyes are demanding death. What caught my attention was his very prominent fangs dancing in the light. Sharp teeth hung down peeking from his stained red lips. I shift uneasily. His bellowing laugh echoes through the large room as he senses my nervousness. I quiver, as I feel his icy thin fingers stroke the vulnerable skin surrounding my neck. I squirm under his touch. Turning to face him, his red pupils dilate. Just as I tried to avert his gaze, he uses his free hand to hold my face. I had no choice but to delve into the flaming whirl pool that consumed his eyes.
As he ushered forward, drawing his fangs longer, my breath hitches in my throat. His teeth graze over my cold skin, almost aligning with the vein. Taking one last look at his prey, he sounds his teeth into my flesh. I scream in agony. The unfamiliar feeling of sucking at my carotid artery sends chills running down my spine. I squeeze my wrists tight not caring about the pain the ropes are causing. Feeling my thick, rich blood dripping down my neck as it falls out of his mouth. I yell for him to stop and just as my eyelids thicken and my skin turns to sand paper, he draws his head. Seeing my fresh, salty blood oozing out of his mouth, a slight smirk on his lips. That was the last vision I see as I delve into darkness.