He screamed knowing no one could hear him. He fought viciously against the restraints but to no avail. His sweat soaking his once white shirt, now painted with blood and perspiration. He didn't even remember how he ended up in that chair, or the damp, dark basement he was in.
All he remembered was the pain, the angry voices, but not the faces connected to the voices. His legs and jeans alike....burnt from the hydro-electric treatment he had been receiving moments earlier. Had it been moments? Has it been days? He no longer knew.
He called out into the empty blackness before him, hoping it was all a dream, that someone would rescue him. But there was no answer. Nor would there ever be. He knew he was alone....all he had for company...was the darkness.
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Darkness
HorrorThe feeling of hopelessness drowns out all living things, makes him numb, it tortures him worse than they ever could.
