All right. Before you read, I should probably explain something. If you missed the M rating on the front of this... you most likly aren't expecting what is to come. If you did... This chapter is setting the pace. Not all will be like this. This chapter is an introduction, and serves to show what might happen as the story progresses.
Also, if you could please review. Anything is welcome, as long as it is semi-civil.
Enjoy.
Chest heaving as sweat dripped down his face, burning his eyes, the man clenched his teeth
Chest heaving as sweat dripped down his face, burning his eyes, the man clenched his teeth. His arms felt as if they would rip out of their sockets from holding his body weight, the chains that were wrapped tightly around his wrists felt as if they would cut through them, letting him drop the few feet to the floor. He actually prayed for it.
Dazed, he let his gaze sweep the dark room that he found himself in. He had no idea where he was since he had just awakened. His head was pounding, his body aching. He couldn't see a thing in the room. It was far too dark, even with his eyes used to the lack of light.
Pressing his bare feet on what felt to be a brick wall, he pushed himself up slightly, attempting to lessen the amount of weight pulling down on his arms. It worked for a moment, but only a moment. His exhaustion caused him to lose his holding, and slide down the wall, scraping some of the flesh from the soles of his feet.
The light from a floodlight suddenly slammed into his face, burning his retinas. He shouted in shock and alarm as his eyes clenched shut. The light had to be close by, as he could feel the air getting hotter around him, causing him to sweat more.
Squinting, he dared to look out into the room to see who or what had turned the floodlight. With the light shining directly into his face, he could not see the surrounding room. Yet he could just make out the silhouette of a person, standing just to the right of the source. It was a figure of average size, its gender unknown. He could not even see the length of the figure's hair, as it was hidden underneath a hood.
"Well well… finally awake, are we?" A metallic voice said gently, pulling a chair close to the light and sitting near it, "You're quite the lightweight, you know that? A handful of drugs, and you're out for a day and a half…" the figure shook its finger in the direction of the man. "Don't you know that it's rude to keep your host waiting? And after I went through all this trouble…"
The man just gazed at the figure. What the hell was he going on about? Drugs? Waiting? Manners? He had known he was in trouble before, but this… this was ridiculous.
The events of the past week came back to him. He had been out of the city as usual, hunting for someone. Who, he couldn't remember. He had something desperate he needed to tell them, something that was important enough to risk his life for. What that was as well was a mystery. He had had to camp a few miles outside one of the larger cities. He had slept with one of his friends guarding him just in case something like this happened… But where were his friends now? How had this person got them?
The figure chuckled as the silence grew. "Are you starting to remember now? What had happened?" The chair was suddenly empty as the figure slammed into him. "I had hoped you would…" it purred into his ear, "It was oh so very important that you did…" it stroked his hair. "Truth be told?" it whispered, "It's the only reason you're still alive…"
Fear flooded him. Only reason he was still alive? What did this freak show mean? What did he want from him? What was the point of putting him in this insane circumstance?
The figure leapt back as quickly as it had slammed into him. "But, what kind of host puts business before pleasure?" It walked out of the light, and came back holding a slim cylinder.
"Before we start… want to see a magic trick?" The figure shook its head as he didn't answer. "Yeah, I guess you're right… tacky way to start a proposal." It threw the object behind it, which clattered to the floor.
Turning to its right, it again left the light and hid itself from sight. It returned momentarily, a tray in its hands. It sat down as he smell of food wafted towards the man. It began to cut into something before placing a small portion of it into its mouth. The man's stomach growled in hunger.
The figure looked up in mock surprise. "Oh, are you hungry? I suppose you are, seeing as you haven't eaten in a day and a half…" Standing, it placed the tray on the chair. Picking up the fork and knife from the tray, it reached into a pocket on its pants, and pulled out a small, rectangular object. Flipping what appeared to be a lighter open, it lit the flame and ran both the fork and knife over the flame. Flicking it shut, it slid the lighter back into its pocket before coming closer to the man.
"I'm so sorry… not feeding you was thoughtless…" A fist suddenly slammed into the man's chest, forcing the air out of his lungs. While he was stunned, the figure stabbed the fork into the man's bare thigh, and using the hot knife, began to cut.
The man began to scream the second air re-filled his lungs. Thrashing, he tried to kick the figure away from him. Instead, it just chuckled, before forcing his legs into rusty shackles along the wall, the fork still imbedded in his leg.
Humming softly, the figure ripped a piece of flesh out of the man's leg and brought it to his face. It carefully prodded his mouth with the piece of his own thigh, trying to get him to place it in his mouth. Even still moaning from the cuts and mass of blood and urine running down his leg, he managed to keep it from entering his mouth.
The figure backed up, as if it was stunned. "What, you don't want it?" It flashed its teeth. "I know… you don't like your meat rare!" Pulling out its lighter, it ran the piece of flesh over the blue flame for a minute. Flipping it close, the figure tried to force the meat once more into his mouth. Again the man thrashed in protest, causing friction burn on his bare back.
Clicking its tongue, the figure punched him in the gut. "Its not nice to refuse your host!" It shouted. The man opened his mouth as air rushed from his lungs. As he did, the figure shoved the piece of flesh into his mouth and then forced it closed.
"Now chew…" it cooed, "the other meat has been tainted… you better savor this…" Holding its gloved hands over his mouth, it forced him to chew and swallow.
"Good, good!" It patted his cheek. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? If you're good, you might even get a special treat!"
Returning to its chair, it placed the tray on the floor. Rising up, it played with another knife. "You know… I've always loved blades… They let you get so much closer to people… Easier to get under their skin."
Instantly, the figure was upon him, the blade peeling the flesh from his breast. Again he screamed.
The figure laughed as he did so, before cutting the man's nipple off. Bringing the blade to its face, it licked it clean.
"You know what? You're gonna tell me everything… not because you have to, but because you want to… Starting with were that disk is…"
Gasping in realization, the man said, "No… it can't be! Is that you, L-"
Another fist slammed into his gut. "I always thought you learned to fast Reed. I guess I'll have to cut our fun short…"
Quickly, two knives slammed into Reed's eyes sockets, causing him to scream out in pain. There was a sickening sound as both knives were ripped from the socket, the eyes with them. There was then a strange, squishing sound.
Reed could feel the blades on his skin once more. And once the figure began, he could not stop screaming.
The figure was right. He did want to help. Just to make the pain stop…
The only problem was… he couldn't remember a thing.
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