Pleasurable Venom
Chapter 9.5: 49,000...
There were several times when I thought I could hear the sound roaring laughter and the feel of ice cold water filling my nose and mouth. The haunting memories from my past, ghosting around my mind. I had to remind myself that I was not back in that cage, a shiver followed the thought, and unlike before there were no men that visited me.
A few hours after Adrian left, Roanna came back with a pair of chains and tied them around my ankles. She tied the other end around a metal pipe running along the wall and into the ceiling. They rubbed against my skin and at times the skin would break and bleed. After a few times of this, it became a feeling I was used to.
Roanna was the only one who came in or out of the room. She would glare at me for a moment toss a bowl of cold porridge to the floor near my feet and then would turn and slam the door as she left. This happened and then it became less frequent. The visits were shortened to just the porridge being tossed at me and the slam of the door. I guessed by the amount of time in between the visits, I had been fed twice a day for four days, then they stopped caring enough to feed me twice and only fed me once a day and just a moment ago would make it the second day.
Staring at the white mush, I debated whether or not it would be the better option the eat it or not. In my past, food came once every couple days usually but it could range from every other day to once a week then every three days. It just depended on when my holders remembered there was a monster in the basement that needed food of some sort. The majority of the time, the 'food' turned out to be stale bread or similar looking mush. The bland paste would stick to the roof of my mouth and I usually waited until bread was the option. However it didn't seem bread would be an option here and I was getting to a point where hunger was making my stomach go numb.
I crawled over the stone and sat by the spilt goo. Reaching out I spooned some up with my two fingers and carefully set it onto my tongue. Paper. The taste most reminded me of paper. It was bland and rough but the white substance wasn't too bad when it came don to getting ti down my throat. So slowly I took another bite, swallowed, sat for a minutes, then repeated.
I hadn't gotten through a quarter of it before my stomach complained and the small amount I did ingest, came dangerously close to appearing. I sat back and moved to lean against the wall, crawling to the stone and setting my back against it. The stone was cool and chilled my skin. It wasn't cold enough to make me sleepy but it did cause me to relax.
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49,789...49,790...49,791…
*shuffle* What was that? That shuffle? No, I was just imagining it.
49,792….
*thud* Not a shuffle that time, and not in my head. I cautiously froze and listened but there wasn't another sound for a few seconds, so I painfully stood and cradled my arm to my chest as I pressed my ear to the thick wooden door. Nobody had been in the room since Adrian left. It had been hours, if not a day and I got bored so I tried to see how far I could count.
It was deathly silent but then it broke under the sound of a young boy. "Sebastian, search the rest of the rooms and then report back to me. I will be in carriage until you do. Be quick." There was the sound of a cane and shoes hitting the stone.
"Yes, my lord."