Dark

Dark was a short story set in an unknown, experimental bunker-system in an unknown Universe. It is authored by RaiserOfCain

Story
You yell.

You wriggle about and scream.

Everything is dark. You feel leather over you wrists and ankles.

You screamed louder.

You hear something roll towards you. The place reeks of mould and damp. You can hear some sort of liquid dripping into a puddle. The sound echoes across what you can only think is a large hall. Something scrapes against a wall further down the hall. You arched you back and flailed.

You feel something. It's cold and metallic. You run a finger over the length of it.

A scalpel.

You snatch it up and began to cut at your left wrist's binding. Eventually, it breaks. You swing up and work on his other wrist, then get onto your right leg. You finish, and then hear something stir beneath you.

It's nothing.

You swing your right leg off the table. How far down the ground was, you don't know. All you do know is that there's a clammy hand grasping your ankle and your other leg is still bound. You swing down both arms to try to free your leg and feel more hands.

They drag you down. You yell again. Your leg is stuck. They're strong, too strong to be natural, too clumsy. Too cold.

The stench of rotting flesh hits you in the face like a hammer.

You feel the bones connecting your leg to your hips pop. You slide further down.

You can't see. All of your senses degrade to pure agony.

And then you feel your leg tear. Your hip slowly moves away, giving in, allowing you to slide down into the cold, clammy grip of the hands below. And then your leg tears away entirely.

''Pain. So much pain. Agony.''

And then darkness. Just darkness. Nothing.

Trivia

 * This is one of RaiserOfCain's first full pieces of writing on this website.