Uncaged

Wilting flower

Raise your hand if you take a ridiculously long time to write, barely edit and post...

*raises hand*

In all honestly, my brain injury has been kicking my ass lately and it's hard to do anything other than lay here in pain. I have a lot of cognitive and memory difficulties that make it take a very long time to write anything semi-readable, so I'm sorry it takes so long for me to update.

I'm in love with all the support you guys give me, seriously I do a happy dance every time I see someone leave a comment and vote; It's really encouraging and without it, I highly doubt I would have continued writing. So thank you so much, I can't tell you how much it means to me!!!

Now enough of that and buckle your seatbelts for the longest chapter yet...

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The clambering of a steel tray hitting the concrete floor startled me awake. I opened my eyes reluctantly, shifting further into the pillow in a last-ditched effort to settle my racing heart, to no avail. Suddenly realizing where I was I sat up abruptly and searched the room for signs of him, hating now naturally this came to me.

I was alone again, Naturally.

I brought my hands to my chest, trying to calm the wild hammering under my overlapping hands.

I composed myself quickly at the sight of my still bare chest which distracted me enough to make me silently resent my lack of wardrobe.

Most likely a tactic of torture on the Sergants part, ensuring I was naked and vulnerable, always; Another reminder that I was nothing more than his pet.

I turned my attention to the door where I stared brazenly. Determination ran through me for a scant moment before giving way to uncertainty.

I can't take another session in the red room.

I shook off the thought, resolving to focus on anything else. My eyes lowered to the tray lying a few feet in front of the door. On it sat a soggy cheese sandwich, a single red apple whose wax was so shinny it reflected off the light, winking at me and a cup of clear liquid; Most likely filled with a sinister concoction of drug-infused water.

Before I could help it, I glided across the room and lowered myself to the ground, sitting cross-legged a few feet away from the ominous tray. Narrowing my eyes at it, knowing full well that nothing good will come from eating it. I tried with all my might to refrain from its temptation, averting my eyes and talking out loud trying to convince myself I wasn't really all that hungry.

I swallowed the building saliva in anticipation growing more and more eager the longer I stared. My stomach churned and moaned, begging me in indulged it the platter of seduction and forget the posing risks.

With one last cartoon-like gulp I surrendered, lunging forward like an animal hunting its prey and devouring half the sandwich in one bite. My hunger exploded, verging on insatiable the moment the bread-somehow both stale and moist, touched my tongue. I let out a sigh around my mouthful of the sandwich as I brought the cup of tasteless liquid to my lips and down it in one practically gulp before reaching for the apple. I gorged the crisp crimson fruit in all three bites, spilling the sweet nectar down my chin, dripping down and landing indignantly atop my thighs. I swallowed the last bite of sustenance panting.

Bristling as self-loathing crept out of the darkness to smother me in its familiar, clawing embrace. To top off my moment of weakness, not a minute passed before I was clutching at my stomach; Groaning as I swallowed the climbing nausea offering to undo my mistake.