I awoke to one of the most intense burnings in my throat. A liquid pooled in my mouth and seared on its way down as I swallowed. My vision was hazy and my eyes were unbearably dry. I waited for my tears to rinse them but nothing came. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands- hoping to rid the dry itch but there was nothing. My throat flamed up again and my esophagus felt as if it had been eviscerated up and down by little knives.
My eyes were burning and my first instinct was to pull them out… I scratched at the sockets, racking my nails across. An itch is a small pain and a scratch is a larger pain that somehow soothes. I was scratching very hard and I stopped to look down at my hand. My nails were caked with, what I thought was dirt but I soon realized it was my dried blood.
I closed my eyes hoping to find some sort of solace for them. The burning in my throat persisted. The more I swallowed, the more the flames raged. I couldn't understand how my mouth could be so thoroughly drenched in liquid but feel so dry and parched.
I opened my eyes and suddenly images of great brightness and details lashed upon my senses. I tried to squint but the light still invaded my irises. I could hear a humming, it surrounded the entire room and I could make out water rushing through aged pipes.
I opened my eyes and- the liquid stinging it a little but the burning consumed everything below my waist. I took in my surroundings. Turning to my side I discovered that I was lying down on a mattress. I could feel the smooth polyester knitted together to create a mock silk feel. The mattress was a creamy white with flowers of varying blue patterned across it. The fabric was pulled at some places and I came to realize that there were rips scattered across.
I could hear more water rushing to the side of me and I directed my gaze to the source of the sound. It was an exposed cement wall, bare. The pipes were- like assumed aged and rusted and the humming I gathered was from the electricity circuiting through wires. I swallowed again and the fire crept upwards.
I could smell mold, or mildew… my captivity was aged. I was in a basement. Why the fuck was I in a basement? I heard the flour boards above me creak and the muffled sound of foot steps. Examining the ceiling I saw clam marks… nail marks…finger nails….my fingernails. What the fuck?
I wanted to stand up and I rose quickly. Much too quickly that it left my disoriented. My hair was on the ground…ripped out by the roots and clothing was left tattered along the flour. I looked for an exit, I saw the door. It was dark, wooden but there were metal bars studded across it. A chill ran down my spine as I realized what it had reminded me of, a dungeon of some sort. I ran to it, latching my hand onto the handle and tugged with all my might.
The metal crumbled in my hand. I was locked in. I thrashed out against the door, kicking, punching and shoving. Snarls ripped through my chest which caused more of the acid saliva to rise. It scolded my tongue and I let out an animalistic scream.
Above me I heard laughter. A silken masculine voice announced "She's awake".
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