Dearest Captor: Difference between revisions

The room I was in was pitch black so I couldn't see a damn thing. The only two senses that I was aware of were sound and feel. I ''heard'' the incessant ringing in my ears and I ''felt'' my head throbbing. As the annoying buzzing died down and I began to regain my sight, I could see someone walking around and I could hear murmuring.

 

 

I never responded.

 

 

I still never responded and my gracious captor grunted and slammed the door, wherever it was, behind him.

In heaps, there were bodies. Some of them dead, but many of there were... ''half'' alive. They all, at one time or another, suffered and I was sure of at least that fact. Which isn't saying much. When the lights turned on all those alive instantly turned their heads toward me. Their skeletal faces hardly resembled anything that could have been at the very least ''once'' human. If they even had eyes anymore they were so far sunken back into their sockets they looked like black pits. Their skin was so tight around their bones that I was expecting the skin to tear altogether. That is, if the necrosis hadn't already done that. The smell of shit, piss, and rot was overwhelming. Even through the window.

 

 

The sudden crackle of the intercom turning on had startled me.

''Okay, random as this is... this could be useful,'' I said to myself in a whisper.

 

 

I never responded.

 

 

Still, my silence was stern.

At least I knew where he was most of the time. I followed him. When he walked through a threshold I waited outside the door and spoke into the walkie talkie for the first time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a dead silence on the other end. I smirked as I could hear frantic rustling and banging from within the room. My captor came out in a hurry, looking both ways in a panic. And when he looked my way I knocked him out cold with a couple of hard blows to the face.

Then, from around a corner I didn't even notice, turned the ''fucking masky''.

 

 

This time ''he'' didn't respond.