Part 1
Her room was icy.
Each struggled breath expelled created enough moisture to stick to her cheeks, and to collect along with the tired streamlines of tears that were coming to its destined drought. There was only so much she could cry, and there was only so much she could shake in fear of the ever persistant unknown beyond the blind fold, and the purposful continuous loop of a single, powerful, yet sinisterfully sweet whisper, that orginated from somewheres in front of her.
"It's okay." It whispered. "Shhh, it's okay... You'll be fine soon."
Over, and over again, the voice would not stop. it kept her from her dreams, while it promised her that everything would be all right ? teasing her hope that slowly faded from her heart, that still gripped to some sense of fantasy that somehow she would escape from here.
Shackled to a wall and stratgically hung within a toe-tip's length from the ground, it took some time to wear down her resolve, for she was of a strong heart, and despite her age of barely seventeen, she held on strong. But it was coming close to the third day without food or water, and like all humans, her mind's defensive walls crumbled away, where any suggestion could control or manipulate her.
Her stomach ached and her lips bled from the parched throat that choked out heaved sobs, "Fine, everything... Is... Okay..." The frail thing lifted its chin from against its chest, and eventually up to face the source of her last shred of hope. "I, did... Nothing wrong... Save, me..."
The girl's head lifted as her tears returned with renewed vigor, for the voice had gone. "Come, back..." She choked, "Don't, come back... Please! Come back... Please! Tell me... Tell me it's going..."
Her head flopped down as whatever energy had left her body, her mind struggling to remain concious of her dark-world where only sensation remained her friend, where previous wounds of whips and slaps from people's voices she had never heard of before, had split open or bruised her skin.
But, the wounds had started to heal now, so the pain that she had become so accustomed to ? the feeling of being alive and near someone else that was alive; even when they had abused her so, had started to fade. It was a pain she clutched onto to know that she was still alive. A longing to belong back into the terror that reminded her that she was still here, and had a purpose.
But now, the voice was gone; even if it were a fabricated part of her growing lonliness, it too had abandoned her to the cold, purtid room where her own expelled bodily fluids and mass had accumilated into a torrent of stenches rot and decay.
Unfeeling, blind and now alone, she started to scream.
Little by little, she was starting to loose her sanity.
Her room was icy.
Each struggled breath expelled created enough moisture to stick to her cheeks, and to collect along with the tired streamlines of tears that were coming to its destined drought. There was only so much she could cry, and there was only so much she could shake in fear of the ever persistant unknown beyond the blind fold, and the purposful continuous loop of a single, powerful, yet sinisterfully sweet whisper, that orginated from somewheres in front of her.
"It's okay." It whispered. "Shhh, it's okay... You'll be fine soon."
Over, and over again, the voice would not stop. it kept her from her dreams, while it promised her that everything would be all right ? teasing her hope that slowly faded from her heart, that still gripped to some sense of fantasy that somehow she would escape from here.
Shackled to a wall and stratgically hung within a toe-tip's length from the ground, it took some time to wear down her resolve, for she was of a strong heart, and despite her age of barely seventeen, she held on strong. But it was coming close to the third day without food or water, and like all humans, her mind's defensive walls crumbled away, where any suggestion could control or manipulate her.
Her stomach ached and her lips bled from the parched throat that choked out heaved sobs, "Fine, everything... Is... Okay..." The frail thing lifted its chin from against its chest, and eventually up to face the source of her last shred of hope. "I, did... Nothing wrong... Save, me..."
The girl's head lifted as her tears returned with renewed vigor, for the voice had gone. "Come, back..." She choked, "Don't, come back... Please! Come back... Please! Tell me... Tell me it's going..."
Her head flopped down as whatever energy had left her body, her mind struggling to remain concious of her dark-world where only sensation remained her friend, where previous wounds of whips and slaps from people's voices she had never heard of before, had split open or bruised her skin.
But, the wounds had started to heal now, so the pain that she had become so accustomed to ? the feeling of being alive and near someone else that was alive; even when they had abused her so, had started to fade. It was a pain she clutched onto to know that she was still alive. A longing to belong back into the terror that reminded her that she was still here, and had a purpose.
But now, the voice was gone; even if it were a fabricated part of her growing lonliness, it too had abandoned her to the cold, purtid room where her own expelled bodily fluids and mass had accumilated into a torrent of stenches rot and decay.
Unfeeling, blind and now alone, she started to scream.
Little by little, she was starting to loose her sanity.