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Today's chapter is a lot darker than the last few, with a bit of mystery added to it. Poor Chasey.
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No 24. Sensory Deprivation (275 words)
Being stuck in a room like this – at least Chase assumed it was a room, although it felt more like a suffocating bubble – would be awful for anyone. It was a pit of nothing.
No sight no matter how much he blinked or stared. No sound – the contraptions covering his ears not even allowing him to hear his own voice. No smell, no taste. No touch beside the smooth surface under him that barely felt existent, matching his body temperature perfectly.
It didn't feel real, none of it did. It was just... nothing.
Chase took a shuddering breath, attempting to focus on the feel of air as it whisked across his lips.
Nobody would want to be in a senseless prison, to Chase it felt like dying. He could barely keep the desperate panic at bay that had been there ever since he woke up in here. For as long as he could remember, his senses had been such an integral part of him. Super senses, as Mr. Davenport had explained it to him all those years ago.
He'd never even considered life without them. They'd always been there – helping, hindering, but always, always a constant. Now he didn't have to consider or imagine. They were gone.
Adam and Bree will find me, the thought – like a mantra – echoed in his head once more. He wrapped his hands around his arms, nails scratching skin.
It stung – but it helped him take a calmer breath, relishing in the feeling of his own touch.
"Adam and Bree will find me," he mumbled into the nothingness, trying to imagine how it sounded. "Adam and Bree will find me."