Dark. It is pitch black. Your eyes can't focus on anything, because there is nothing to focus on. So you close your eyes and hope to sleep.
Cold. Your feet are cold. You can't feel your toes. Coldness spreads from your toes to your ankles and all the way to your tights. The coldness from the floor now seems insignificant because you are as cold as the floor. You can't move your fingers, they seem frozen.
Silence. The air around you is still. Everything seems so calm. It is like there were no screams no begging just few hours ago. Like there is no pain.
Stagnation. The calm before the storm. It reminds you of ocean back on Caprica. The stillness in the air, the stillness in the ocean. There were not even tiniest movements. It seemed like ocean waited. The air was thick. And it smelled somehow different. The atmosphere was pregnant with waiting. Excitement clung in the air. And your heart beat faster because you knew what will follow, so you waited. You liked storms from very early ages. Father used to take you to watch raging ocean. He said that Neptune- God of the Sea sent these storms. First you were afraid. But father said: 'Don't be afraid! I will always be here for you. I will always protect you. I will be here for you!' But he wasn't.
And it was the most beautiful sensation when the ocean broke free. The waves crushed against cliffs. The ocean raged. The air seemed alive, it was like electrified. The wind blew in you face.
But this silence hangs heavy around you. This silence promises only more suffering. There will be no breaking free.
They will come back. It is just a matter of hours and they will come back. They won't let you sleep. They keep you awake and hungry and cold, to break you. To revenge.
But that doesn't scare you. Nothing does. Not any more. Not after hours and hours of screaming and beating and laughing in your face. It makes you sick not scared. Their arrogance, their sense of supremacy. They are machines. And that is all they will ever be.
The blood from your nose has dried and you can peel it off. Dried has the blood on your wrists and back. The smell of the blood hangs in the air. In your mouth there is taste of blood. The wounds on your back has dried and cloth is adhered to them and it hurts if you move.
You find a corner by touch. The walls are cold but smooth so you put your wrists to them to cool your wounds. You crawl into corner and want to cry. But tears doesn't come. There is only emptiness.
You dream of ocean, of clear blue skies and sun. You don't know if you will make out this time. Your body is tired. Maybe you don't want to survive this time. Maybe...
