Eating my Love

WARNING VERY GRAPHIC:
The young brunette woke up, his eyes wide in confusion. He looked at his surroundings but there was nothing in sight. The void was completely dark and a cool draft made him shutter. He was laying down on what felt like a prison mattress, which was almost as cold and hard as the stale air surrounding him. Suddenly the lights flickered on. He blinked a bit before his vision slowly focused and he could finally see his surroundings. He was in what looked like a hospital room but it was almost like it had been abandoned once before and it was far from sanitary. Water damage littered the walls and the cold smell of alcohol and blood filled the room. The brunette could feel his body shaking from fear and goosebumps formed on his pale, skinny arms.