Chapter 2
Life.
The boy awoke, noting that he had a slight headache. The headache had gone as quickly as it arrived, however, and he began the monotonous task of repeating his day again. He answered the questions, counted to 100 for entertainment and finally came to the supplies. Ignoring the clothes, food and drink, he immediately opened the package. Inside, he found a rope.
"Well that's boring." He muttered, "I hanged myself only last week!"
As he was about to walk away, he spotted a note attached to the lid of the package.
"That's weird." He said, "That's never happened before."
He read it.
"You see the hurt, but cannot feel. And now you will become a meal."
The boy had no time to wonder as to what this meant because the next thing he knew, the rope flung itself at him, hissing. It coiled itself around his entire body, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He could feel it's leathery skin twisting around his neck, binding him. He could see its emerald eyes, glaring at him, piercing into his very soul. This was no rope. It was a snake, and a large one at that.
The boy had just enough time to come to this conclusion before the snake's venomous fangs struck him. Piercing his cornea, they sunk deeper into his eye, spilling blood everywhere. A drop of blood landed in the snake's eye, blinding it. This gave the boy a chance to look around for something to protect himself with. He remembered that, just the other day, he had shattered the mirror in the bathroom. He reached in and grabbed a particularly sharp piece of glass.
Using this as a weapon, he lashed out at the snake, carving deep gashes into it's back. This caused the animal to pull back, to attempt a retreat. Yet the damage had been done, the boy had lost a lot of blood and as the snake slithered silently away, it carried with it the boy's eye, impaled on its tooth like a head on a pike. Everything faded into darkness as the boy realised that, throughout the struggle, he had been crying out in agony.
Pain. That was new.