A door slammed
shut behind him, awaking the young man; the muffled screams pulled him out of
his daze as he came to. The pleas, the begging, the frightful sobbing
penetrated his ears like daggers as his head rang in pain. His mouth was
gagged, and his body strapped to a sturdy wooden chair. He was stripped of most
of his clothing; he could see it tossed aside across the room, soaked with
blood and sweat. His heart began beating vehemently as he looked around; a
scent of fear filled the cold and damp room to which he was confined. Two
others, one to his left, the other to his right, were placed alongside him in
the room; a single light beamed down upon their damned souls in an otherwise
barren room. They too were strapped to chairs similar to his, and stripped of
their clothing. As he began to become more conscious of his predicament, he
sensed a fowl odor that had gone unnoticed to him.
He looked once more at the man to
the left of him, seeing clearly what he had missed moments ago. The man, or
rather what was left of him, was terrifyingly skinny; his flesh barely covered
the bones on his body; his head, covered in heaps of dried blood, drooped
forward. He looked down at the corpse's feet, seeing dried blood covering where
his toe nails would have been. The man tried to vomit, almost choking as he
forced it down his throat; the gag taunted and shamed him so. He looked over to
the right, where the other man was seemingly unconscious. The young man noticed
a pool of blood underneath the other's chair, quickly realizing the origin was
the man's pelvic region. His undergarments were soaked with blood, and his body
trembled every so often, remaining unconscious. The young man's thoughts were
clouded by terror and helplessness as he frantically tried to think of
something to do; screams continued to be heard.
The room's cement walls and floors
were stripped of shelving and objects, replaced with pools of water and blood
stains. On one section of the wall, pieces of flesh stuck to the dried blood,
and an eyeball rested on the floor beneath. He noticed various tools, ranging
in size and shape scattered on the floor, all sharing the motif of blood.
Behind him was a set of wooden stairs, leading up to what he assumed to be the
ground floor, placing him in a basement of sorts. It seemed to be divided into
at least four rooms, in a way that almost mimicked a tennis court lacking a
net. He could barely hear movement upstairs, but could not make out any
distinguishing or recognizable voices; the sounds of sheer terror that came
from the surrounding rooms rang in his ear. Suddenly, he heard large creaks,
accompanied by heavy footsteps that seemed to approach the stairwell, sending a
cold rush of fear down his spine.
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