Resisting Love (#1)

The Dungeon

The Dungeon 

       I had no idea where I was. I also had no idea how long I had been here. I woke up in this dark room a long time ago. There were no lights or windows and no way to tell time at all. The only thing that was in here was a little toilet and a cot on the other side of the room. In my head, I called this place "The Dungeon" because that's what it reminded me of. I was locked in here and I was starving and thirsty. No one has entered at all. The only time I see any other signs of life is when the slot on the locked door slides to reveal a pair of brown eyes. 

       I didn't know why I was here and I had no one to ask. I wasn't sure if they would kill me or not, but even if they don't do it physically, the lack of food and water might do me in anyways. 

       My dark curls were matted on my head and I felt the grime and dirt all over my body. I had lost one of my shoes somewhere in the process and I haven't spoken at all. It was times like these that I wish I at least had Mac. I hadn't talked to my panda in a while and I felt bad for neglecting him. 

       He probably hated me by now. Maybe he ran away and found other stuffed pandas to hang out with. Maybe he finally found a girlfriend and he's living a happy life now. I hope I don't miss the wedding. 

       I sighed and leaned against the wall in the corner. This is where I had been staying. If I wasn't using the bathroom, then I stayed right here in the corner at all times. I didn't want to sleep on the bed. I barely slept at all, my mind wandering and thinking of the most ridiculous situations. I knew that I was finally losing it. I didn't want to die alone in here. 

       In the beginning, I thought that maybe Nick would come for me. Or maybe even Damian. They had to know that I was missing right? I wasn't sure how long it had been, but surely it's been at least a couple of days. I was growing weak. It was hard for me to move, even to go to the bathroom. My stomach was empty and sometimes it hurts to even open my eyes. I had never felt so deprived before. 

       Deprived of food, of water, of sunlight, of Nick. I missed him so much, that it caused a physical pain in my chest. It hurt that he wasn't with me and I longed for him to hold me and tell me that everything would be alright, even if it wasn't true. 

      For the first time, the steel door creaked open. A big, burly man walked in with a blinding flashlight pointed into my eyes. I held my hand up to shield my eyes as I squeezed them closed but it didn't help a lot. 

      "Get up," he commanded in a deep, rumbling voice. I tried to stand but immediately fell back down to the floor as my legs gave out. 

       "I said get up," he ordered roughly. I tried again but failed. He stomped over and grabbed my tiny, frail wrist in his huge hand and dragged me across the floor. I didn't even have the strength to fight back. I just let him pull my body up the stairs. It was quite painful. 

      I could tell that I lost weight as well. The once snug clothes from Gemini were now loose and dangling from my body and I had to pull the jeans up from time to time. I had also lost another shoe somewhere in the process. He pulled me up into a bright room and it took a few tries to open my eyes. He had pulled me into what seemed like another dungeon. This one was lighter though and had more things. There was a silver chain hanging from the ceiling, a few chairs stacked up against one wall, and on the other side, there was a wall of what seemed like torture devices. He dragged me over and I noticed that there were two other men in the room with us. 

       They were all dressed alike in dark clothes and all of their shirts had the same logo on it that read BWP. I had no idea what that meant.