The Darkness within the Mind.

By EdElricRules

Parings: None at the current moment

Warnings: ABUSE, Torture, Gore.

Summary: Would anyone save me from this pain or would I drown in it (Contains Torture, Abuse and Gore)

Drip, drip, drip…drip.

The sound of the water hitting the ground was what filled my head, day and night, right now at this moment.

It was agonizing; I sat here on the cold hard stone floor, waiting for my tormentor. The man with the icy blue eyes, which shone with amusement at my screams, and his sinister laugh, that ran goose bumps down my spine.

Though I should be use to him, he came everyday, I can't remember how long I had been here, I had lost the sense of time and I had no idea how long I had been in this small, stone covered, cramped basement.

Months, years or was it just days, the time went so slow I could not tell, it just felt so slow.

I sat here waiting, and after who knows how long, he came but he wasn't alone, he had an axe in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, he also had his sinister smile in place.

"Hello Mouse" he purred at me.

A shiver ran down my spine.

"What's wrong, Mouse, are you hurt?" his hot breath hitting my neck, his voice mocking me, his icy blue eyes showing fake concern.

I shivered again.

"Well if you aren't," his eyes flashed, his voice turning deadly "you soon will be."

Then a surge of pain shot up me from my left leg, I willed myself not to scream or whimper out loud with pain. The pain itself was unbearable, it felt as he had added another chemical to my already beaten body through the stab of his thick, stainless steel knife, I couldn't handle it anymore, I screamed, a blood curdling scream, the pain was just too much for me to bear, but if I passed out now I would anger him and then , after he kicked me roughly, dish out more hasher punishments.

I felt my head being pulled back, pain shot through my skull as I felt some of my hairs being pulled out.

"That won't do will it now will it Mouse, I won't be able to have my fun" his voice mocked me.

But it also gave me a warning, one single warning, that bad things would happen if he didn't get to achieve his desired fun for the day. That meant a lot more pain for me.

I cringe at the thought, I hated the pain, what did I do to deserve this torture?

I scream again, as another sharp surge of pain shot up my body from my right arm. I notice that he would strike his knife and axe where my arm and leg should be.

Would anyone save me from this pain or would I drown in it?

End Prologue.