Okay, this one isn't much longer... Sorry about that. I'm still working on it. Bring on the Ari whumpage!

The next one is already longer even though I haven't finished yet.

I don't own this...

Nightmare Realism

Temporary Reality

Of course, that was days ago. Or maybe it was weeks. She didn't even know anymore. Part of the time, they dove into her dreams to torment her, other times she was in reality. Being tied to a chair though, Ariadne couldn't test her totem and therefore couldn't tell which was which. The only difference between the two was that sometimes a bruise or cut in one world wouldn't be there in another. Ariadne tried hard to keep track of which world was the real one, but it was impossible when she was brought from world to world right after another. Finally, she realized that she would have a certain set of injuries that existed in one of the worlds. She decided, simply for her sanity, that the world where her ribs, head and stomach hurt all the time was going to be the real one.

It wasn't a positive outlook, but it helped Ariadne keep things in just enough order that she was able to hang on another hour. In this world, her temporary reality, she was being kept in the back of a warehouse. There weren't any windows, but she had decided that her captors' language wasn't from Eastern Asia, but might be from Northern or Eastern Europe.

There was only one man among them that spoke English. His name was Syler. He knew that she was the architect for an inception team, and he wanted to know how they did it. She, of course, refused to say anything. He wasn't very big, but Ariadne quickly learned that size didn't matter when you were punishing a small girl tied to a chair. Syler would often slap her across the face at the beginning of the interrogations or for no reason between them. It wasn't long before he started appearing in her normal dreams too. She wasn't able to stop herself from crying out, but never gave him any information.

It was after episodes like this that they would often put her under and hurt her in her dreams. It was there that the real torture occurred. Whether with broken glass, knives or guns, the sessions were horrible to say the least. Ariadne's screams accomplished nothing. They would kill her sometimes or douse her in freezing water to wake her up, where she would be punched in the stomach or head and then be forced back into another dream.

She spent the time she was left alone trembling and whimpering quietly. She was having troubles staying focused now. By the time she came up with a clear thought, she couldn't remember why she wanted it in the first place. The only conscious thought that she could come back to repeatedly was Arthur. Even if Arthur had received her message, there was no guarantee that he could find her. These men were very careful and it was possible that no one in the world knew she was here. Ariadne wanted nothing more than someone to take her away from this temporary reality.

Poor girl! Dare I continue?