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Time was nothing, time was worthless, time had stopped; he lay still on the concrete, chain rattling with every shake while water dripped onto his cheekbone. His strength failing him while water, precious water, slid like tears, his thirst increasing with every drop soiled. Blood slips past his nose from his temple, falling onto his cracked lips; metallic fluid fell through, hitting his taste buds, his mind whirling while he took in whatever liquid he was able to.
Not that he had much of a choice, given the fact of being too weak to move his head, let alone find a fresh water source in the cell.
His hunger almost nonexistent after four weeks with nothing more than table scrapes, even those going to waste when thrown out of his reach, molding before his eyes. Truthfully, the pain only comes in spurts, his body growing numb to it, while his bones protruded. Footsteps stop outside his cell, the silence never ceases to cause uneasiness in the pit of his shrunken stomach before the door swung open. The constricting chain pulled from his left ankle and tossed aside, leaving deep indents.
"Cael iddo allan, rwan!"
The nails of the slavers dug into his right arm they threw him onto his back, pulling him from the cell. His body slid across every crack and pebble as they dragged him by his foot, the rocking of his head worsening the nausea that now made its way to his throat.
It is so strange, feeling your body dying from the inside out without a means to stop it. Taking notice of how in the dim lights that falls through the bars above, your skin turning grayish. It is as if your body says, 'ever wanted to feel your eyes sinking back into your skull? Well, here you go'. The man's mind drifted.
Everything inside seemed to be giving out, and yet the pain of injuries partially closed cling to life, as a sharper rock digs into a scabbing wound on his upper back. What little blood he seemed to have left spilled from the reopened gash, the warmth of it covering the back of his shoulder and head, leaving a trail that will become another stain on the ground; a mark of his time here. The group stops suddenly, leaving him to stare up at the molded ceiling while dripped down, their grip tightening, raising it higher before letting gravity take over.
His leg falls in slow motion; he shuts his eyes and takes a breath as the fragile heel cracks on impact. He isn't able to hold back the cry that fell from his lips as all the pain returns
Somehow, he managed to roll onto his side, bile immediately spilling from his lips as the pain raced through his body. Each time his stomach contracts, his body shakes, he can hear them laughing at his weakness. One of the three creatures grabs a handful of his hair and pulls, it laughs as he moans through clenched teeth.
"gallwch chi ddim ymdopi a asgwrn wedi torri?"
He had no time to rest before they lifted him from the floor, his world spun as he spit whatever sick remained in his mouth in their direction. The efforts of are fruitless, his newfound energy gone as the leader pointed to a bundle of chains in the corner.
"clymu fo i fyny."
Please let me know what you all think, and if you want me to continue. The 'alien language', which is actually Welsh and I would like to thank CutieLemon07 for showing me how to write the Welsh sentences properly.
The translations from google are:
"Cael iddo allan, rwan!" – "Have him outside, now!"
"clymu fo i fyny." – "Tie him up."
"gallwch chi ddim ymdopi a asgwrn wedi torri?" - "Can you deal with a broken bone?"