Within many, there is an underlying threat that is associated with darkness. Something unnerving, something sinister about the absence of light. We fear it, though it doesn't harm us, at least not physically.
It awakens something within us. A deep rooted fear that isn't easily overcome.
So as Ben found himself lying on a cold floor, going nowhere fast and seeing nothing at all, he began to worry not unwarranted that he and his friends might be in trouble. He took a step forward, stumbling heavily into thick steel.
He fell back onto the ground, with a metallic thud. The cold floor beneath him was an unwelcoming acquaintance.
"Not You Again," Ben groaned, feeling his face pressing down on the surface, "I had hoped for A Better Kiss. Ah well, just another of the Little Lessons."
"It has to be this way," he muttered, turning to face what he assumed was the opposite direction. It was difficult to discern direction in the dark.
"Into the Dark," he mumbled nervously, hoping he didn't accidently stumble into an ember lake or anything strange like that.
But unfortunately for Ben, all he encountered was another unyielding wall.
They were in all directions.
Trapped.
"What an intƐrƐsting huƐ thƐrƐ is to this room," scoffed Gwen angrily in the darkness.
She had awoken hours ago on a cold floor, not unlike Ben's own, not that Gwen had any idea of Ben's predicament or location.
Unlike Ben's small prison, Gwen had found herself awake in a large room, with various inclines, furniture and a rather comfortable carpet.
"This placƐ is hugƐ," she noted to herself, "It is immƐnsƐ."
If she had only had a torch, she thought to herself, then maybe she could have navigated through this immense obscurity.
"HƐllo? AnyonƐ out thƐrƐ?" she whispered quietly. There was no response. Nothing but silence and emptiness.
There was definitely some sort of mystery at work here, thought Gwen to herself. Something odd was going on and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
She was going to find that shadowy alien, rescue her friends and go back to her house and enjoy the rest of the night as she had planned. No strange kidnapping plan was about to stop her.
(An hour passes…)
As Ben sat in the darkness, only the light of his Dominatrix was there to give him some comfort. He sat before what appeared to be the door, waiting for its opening. He had a vague plan in mind, to activate the Dominatrix and charge at his attacker when it finally opened but after that he had nothing.
He would just have to search the ship for his friends and hopƐ for the best.
They couldn't be in too much trouble if he himself was relatively unharmed, right? Surely if they were going to maim/ torture one of them, they wouldn't go for anyone else? He had the dominatrix; surely that was what they wanted?
As Ben sat in the darkness, all he could was hope his friends were okay.
The door opened.
To be continued…