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Chapter Six

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He ran across the beach, the sand crunching underneath his bare feet. He laughed, the sun shining in his hair. Ahead of him was a boy with brown hair. It felt like he had seen this before, though… Suddenly, he wasn't running anymore though, he was falling down and then everything went blank.

Consciousness returned to him in an instant. His hair was wet, he would feel the strands cling to his skin like latex. Dripping sounds could be heard all around him and a light bulb hung above his head, swinging slightly from one side to another.

He realized two things, one: he was extremely tired and confused, two: he was tied to a chair. He had no idea how he had gotten here from where he had been. Hadn't he just been on the beach a second ago? What the fuck was going on?

He struggled to free himself and he found out that there was also a layer of liquid covering the floor. When he moved, it made too much noise for his comfort. Whoever had done this was either playing a really stupid joke, or wasn't someone he wanted to get the attention of.

For some reason, the light bulb above him started moving more than it had—it seemed like steps from the floor above had caused it to move around. The light shone in all directions and his eyes widened.

From the ceiling, there hung dozens of giant meat hooks. There was some sort of hooking system built into the ceiling so all the hooks could move if pushed around. That wasn't what made his heart stop though. From those meat hooks hung the dead bodies of his loved ones…

Blood dripped off their toes and fingers and onto the ground, like they were being drained of all their blood. On the walls, there were bodies fitted so that they looked like some sort of twisted wallpaper.

Right next to him, though, on his right, there was someone who moved. His eyes darted over and he waited anxiously for the light to shine over in that direction. When it did, he wished it hadn't. Sora hung from one of the hooks, still alive. Streams of dried tears stained his cheeks and blood ran in trickles off his body.

He felt tears slip down his cheeks and he began thrashing wildly. "No! This isn't real! This isn't happening! Sora!" He stopped thrashing, succumbing to the sobs which shook his body.

Behind him, he heard sloshing footsteps come closer. He stopped crying, sniffling softly and waiting for whomever the fuck had done this to show their bloody face.

They didn't and instead ran the blade of a knife over his wet cheek. The sharpened blade sliced the pale skin easily and he let out a hiss in pain, pulling his head away from the knife. A large hand grabbed his hair and pulled back so that his neck was exposed.

Above him, he could see the golden eyes of a demon glow down at him. A wicked smirk crept onto the demon's face and he stopped breathing. The face neared his and a rough, cold tongue ran over his cut cheek. He closed his eyes tightly, willing all of this to go away, and let his breath come out in short huffs through his nose.

"You're mine—remember that. I don't care if you betrayed me… I haven't had enough of you…" The deep voice echoed in the room, and he tried ignoring it. "You're like a drug, you know that? An addiction. Being inside of you wasn't enough. I want you to want it… to want me to be one with you."

"D-did you do th-this?" He asked, trying to pull himself together. He swallowed the accumulated saliva in his mouth and, since his head was pulled so far back, he felt his Adam's apple move.

"Of course I did—they're you're gifts. Do you like them? I pick those which you would love to see dead the most."

"No! I didn't want this! You fucking bastard, I'll kill you!" He thrashed again but stilled letting out another hiss when the demon tightened his grip.

"Do shut up!" The golden eyes narrowed into angry slits, and the knife was brought against his neck. "Or I'll give you a better reason to call me a 'fucking bastard.'"

And with that, he swiped at his neck and the crimson blood spilled to join the water/blood-mixture on the floor..

Water poured out of his mouth as he coughed it up out of his lungs. His eyes opened slowly and the darkness enveloped him again. The cold was back, and he trembled unconsciously.

He was alive.

He slowly got up onto his knees and then onto his feet. After he regained his balance, he started walking.

Why did he live? Maybe one couldn't die in this place. So, suicide really wasn't the answer. Until he found out what was the solution, he would have to keep walking…

Yeah.. keep on walking.

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