Sara had watched two suns set outside the window that filled a small area upon the far wall. Two days had passed that she knew of and had not slept since she had awoken two days prior.
Her throat was burning and her mouth was as dry as the desert that lay just beyond the four walls of the room she has been entrapped in. Her eyes droop heavily not from being tired but from her body being absolutely exhausted. Her stomach, empty, grinds against itself in retaliation. Her mouth starts to water as the retaliation reaches its peak and empties itself, only of the acids that were held within. Still unable to move she lays still next to her own vomit, repulsed with herself. It is then she notices the presence within the room. Adverting her eyes towards the now open door she sees the darkened figure standing there, staring at her, piecing holes in her with his eyes, and it is then that she feels her absent fear.
He walks briskly over to her and picks her up with ease, the sheet falls from her leaving her exposed in his arms. She searches the bright room that she is carried into with squinted eyes, only to find camera equipment, a computer, a table covered with a black tarp, and a chair that she was soon sitting in, her arms, waist, and legs strapped tightly within it.
For the first time the man spoke to her, his voice gravely and eerily calm, "You're friends have decided to come and watch our fun my love." Brushing her cheek lightly with his index finger and simultaneously with his free hand sticks yet another needle into her arm, pushing the fluid into her vein. Now walking away from her and to the covered table, heaving the black tarp off and across the room, and to Sara's horror, upon the table lays vials upon vials of drugs reading all sorts of names, needles and knives, all sorts of paraphernalia that she knew would cause her pain.
"Say hello to your friends, Sara, it's quite rude to ignore them." He snickers and directs her attention to the camera before her, its light glowing red, and her image upon the computer behind it. She had regained her ability to move but being restrained with the leather straps that bound her to the chair, she had no choice but to stay still.
"It's a good thing that you're not fighting the inevitable, my love. For me and you are going to take quite a ride, now shall we begin?" His smirk made her sick and so turned her attention back to the camera, praying that they were watching, trying to find her and then that they weren't, for if she knew what lay ahead and that she could not be saved, then she didn't want them to see her pitiful excuse for a life come to an end.
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