As the damp curtains swayed to and fro, displaying a beautiful plethora of sunlight; that is when I knew I would never see it again in its full glory.
Being bound head to toe in filthy ropes edging into my skin was bad enough, but the smell of must fighting off my air supply along with the darkness of this place added to my ever growing anxiety. The same questions kept burning my brain, an inferno of uncertainties and doubts. Will I ever see the light of day again? Will I ever feel the cold air brushing my face again? Will I ever see her again?
I tried screaming for help, tried to break free from this prison, but I could not. The echoes of my voice penetrating the walls of this place gave the image that there were multiple versions of myself trapped, trying to escape.
The little things you take for granted kept occurring to me, bittering my tongue. Its amazing what one thinks about when left alone. Home, however, was something I kept thinking about. I wanted to lie by the fire with her, feeling her soft skin against mine - a by-product of the many lotions she wore. I wanted to feel her warm breath on my face as she whispered "I love you" in my ear. Most of all however, I just wanted to smell her. Had I known I would never have seen her again, I would have trapped her scent in a glass and savoured it forever.
One memory stuck with me. That one defining moment that assured me that I would never want another woman for as long as I lived. That one truly happy moment that I never wanted to end. She had beckoned me toward her as she stood inches from me, white bra grazing against her hard nipples, and opened her legs to reveal a perfectly shaved mat of pubic hair translucent through her white underwear; a welcoming which made a typhoon of blood pulse through my veins. Like a child chasing a balloon I was tempted towards her. I slid my hands down her sun kissed body and rested them on her hips, pulling her into my erection (I could feel the warm wetness inviting me furthermore). I had pulled her white frilly underwear down to her ankles, leaving her half naked, and now fully revealing her long slender legs. I gazed at them in such a way I had never done before, as if from a spectator in the shadows witnessing her beauty for the first time. She pressed her luscious lips against my ear, and let out a whisper that jolted my heart into an instant bout of adrenaline, making me lick her neck with sheer assurance and pleasure. It gets blurry after that.
I wanted to die now knowing that this memory would slowly deteriorate and cease to exist.
"I love you, come back to me."
My head propped up. Did I hear that? That sounded a lot like her, but how could It be?
"I'm here, I'm here! Can you hear me?" I bellowed.
Nothing.
I started to well up as I realised. Angry tears started to cascade down my face, an ocean of loss and sadness. I now remembered.
She stared at me with loving and concerned eyes. She could see that I was in there somewhere through the eyes of a corpse. She cradled my lifeless body in her arms as if trying to wake me from my sleep but I couldn't escape. I shouted again, and eternity of shouting; the empty echoes of my voice never to be heard again.