He didn't want to remember it, but some nights the darkness closed in on him and he was trapped once again in a dark room. Left with no escape and inevitable pain on the other side of the door. Just biding its time and waiting for him like a Monster, sharp teeth ready to rip and tear into his flesh to inject poison into his veins.
He struggled to breathe as he kicked off his sheets, feeling as though he was buckled down on that table. That horrible hard table that they smashed his frail body against, tightening the straps holding him down so tightly that any attempt to escape proved useless. The Monsters all stood there, watching him squirm with delighted grins on their hard faces.
Their sadistic smiles, cold voices, filled with dark pleasure echoed in his mind as he hollowly cried out into the darkness. Whimpering that he couldn't bear one more shot into his arms. He couldn't stand anymore abuse. But his cries would fall on deaf ears, and some days he didn't even resist anymore. He just accepted it, an empty expression on his tiny, beaten face.
Those were the days they smashed him around like a rag doll. The Monsters wanted that spark of resistance, that fight from him. Because this was fun for them, they didn't want him to comply with them without a tiny bit of protest. No there was no sport to that at all, for what fun was a broken toy? They wanted to beat him down to the edge of giving up. But they would never break their toy completely, they refused to let their game end. When they saw that he was close to giving up, they took to thrashing his poor body repeatedly until he finally would cry out for mercy that they would not give.
He was their test subject. Their toy. A plaything whose pain was irrelevant to the Monster's game. That had been clear from the moment they started this game of theirs. They pinned him down, shaved off his hair and tattooed that number onto the back of his neck. His number defined him, made him less of a human to the Monsters who spilled their venom so sweetly into his ears. Again and again it was whispered to him in the darkness.
S-012
A short drabble that I wrote on tumblr and decided to move over here for others to enjoy/feel things for as well.