Taste of Death

Chapter 1

I could not recall the last time I was free. I could not recall the last time I said to myself "I'm finally free!" All that happened traumatized me. It happened right before my eyes, and right before I could stop it. I got my taste of death.

My blood felt like the burning abyss as it was running down my skin. As I woke up and saw glass shattered on the floor, I felt the terror surround me. It took me a few minutes to acknowledge what was going on; I was on a cold hard ground, my hands were gory and filled with countless scrapes. I saw skeletons and corpses hanging from the ceiling, filthy prison cells, and torture chambers. I heard frightening screams from across the stretched hall, and I heard them as if they were stinging my ears, and piercing through them. It was then when I knew I was in a dreadful dungeon.

"Hello?" I thought of saying, but no, that would have grabbed attention. I got up, ran thoughtlessly, and hastily. I didn't know where I was going, but what I didn't anticipate was that I fell right into the trap. I saw a faint bright light from far and sprinted towards it, then suddenly, I was comatose. For another couple of hours, I was held captive in a minor and grimy prison cell in which I saw the unseen. A heavy mixture of blue, purple, and red bruises were marked on each captive, anonymous people beating and burning them for what seemed hours, and children being taken to unfamiliar places. Seeing these horrifying and unpleasant scenes made me think of what they would do to me if I don't escape soon. "Where the hell am I?" I said to myself terrified, and heard footsteps come close my way. "Ah, the girl is still alive I see. That's too bad," said an armored woman. "What do you
mean that's too bad?" I stood and grabbed the cell bar. She grinned and said: "Oh, you'll see..." then walked away. As I turned to sit on the freezing ground, I saw eyes watching me. I squinted, trying to recognize them, but they vanished. I could not believe what was going on; just yesterday I was out with my friends partying-and then it hit me. I saw the exact same eyes that were staring at me at the party, staring at me in the dungeon. "Who is that freak?" I asked myself repeatedly, "could it be someone just fooling around? No, it couldn't be. This isn't some kind of stupid joke because I am in an actual chamber!" As I laid on the dusty floor, I started to feel weak because I couldn't get out of here, at least not now. Within a few moments, purple air was released in the area and people were suddenly dozed off. I woke up the next day, and saw the same armored woman standing with two men-perhaps bodyguards-standing in front of me. "Take her," she said, and they took me out of the cell. "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?" I asked loudly, trying to resist their grasps. "If you wanna make it out alive, then shut up!" I stopped battling and did what she asked me to because I was curious and wanted to get out. I entered a hospital-like room and smelled all the medical equipment; then saw a chair waiting for me. The woman pointed at the chair and I slowly walked towards it, looking around. As I sat, I was tied to the chair and heard a deep voice saying: "Finally...I've been waiting for this my whole life." The light tanned man had a long scar on his face, from his left forehead all the way to his right jawline, his body was sculptured perfectly, yet it had all these burns and marks. He had those piercing light grey eyes that left me breathless for a second or two; his nose was straight and well defined, and he had flawless full-heart lips. I stuttered as I asked him: "W-what do you want from me?" He smirked, came close to me, and whispered: "I want your sanity." Those words gave me chills that reached down to my spine. I didn't know this attractive looking man, however I got curious about him. He picked up a syringe filled with aqua blue fluid, grabbed my arm gently, and said: "I won't hurt you if you don't fight me." I was horrified, but kept calm because the last thing I needed was trouble with him. He injected me and said: "My name is Damon, by the way." I looked at him, but my eyes were beginning to blur as I was dripping in sweat. As I was feeling lightheaded, he grabbed the defibrillators. "W-what are you doing? Why are you holding them?" He firmly gripped the chair and said: "I WANT YOUR SANITY!" Then, everything turned black.

I lived, I died, and I survived. He made me see things, he made me live my terrors, and he made me reconstructed. I begged him to stop, but he craved experimenting people. He never really laid a finger on women and children, in fact he respected women as he saw them the stronger gender, and that is what made him want to dominate over. Maybe he was heartbroken before, or maybe he never found love. Either way, I felt sorry for him. I did not really know him until I got into his mind and saw through his eyes. Damon was clever, and he knew exactly what and how to do things. Frequently, I caught myself falling for this man, but I knew I shouldn't have had. However, he said he didn't want me to be afraid of him, and wouldn't "experiment" me like the others. He said he'd help me find my inner harmony if I cooperated with him, and I never knew what he meant by that until that day came. Damon wasn't actually a bad person, he was lost and preoccupied with conducting tests from all these people, which made him become senseless. I know what you're thinking, "what kind of person complies with a crazy man?" Well, I did, and I had a good reason for what I did.