Blood and Bruises
My eyes fluttered open. At first, I thought they were still closed because it was so dark. But then I could make out some objects. A gray nightstand, a bed made of gray wood and black cotton, and… what the hell is that? I squinted in the darkness to try and see what that weird glowing was. My heart raced as it began to move. As it got closer, I could make out what it was. It was a human, thin and shadowy, with glowing gold eyes that looked like they could turn milk sour. That's when I realized I was hanging. There were chains wrapped around my arms, holding me up. I looked down and noticed I was bare. I began to struggle against the chains, trying desperately to get away from that man. "Easy…There's no reason to fear me. Well…maybe there is." the man said in a thick British accent, touching my stomach with his pale hand.
My heart pounded against my chest as the man began to trace his finger across my stomach, chuckling darkly. "My name is Pitch Black. But people call me the Boogeyman. But you can call me Pitch." he continued, his hand roughly grasping one of my breasts, causing me to shriek. I attempted to kick him in the stomach, but instead I struck him right under the chin.
He grunted and backed up, holding his neck. "Heh, feisty aren't we? Well, I have ways to stop that." he said, unlatching the chains. I fell to the cold, stone floor with a grunt. I felt a small, sharp feeling of pain in my left shoulder. Pitch had just injected a pinkish fluid into my arm. Pitch chuckled slowly. There was a small bottle on the floor that read Female Sexual Stimulant. It said it lasted for 10 hours. "Wait…WHAT!?" I yelled. Pitch only smirked. "What? You don't think 10 hours is enough? Oh, well. I always have the 60 hour one lying around…" Pitch said. "NO! Please, don't!" I said, clawing at his neck. Pitch growled and punched my neck, knocking me out. I let out a soft moan as I fell to the bed. Pitch only chuckled again. But of course, I couldn't hear him.