There was a drip drip drip, it echoed just the slightest, with the same rhythm that her head sorely throbbed. She let out a soft groan, lifting her hands to the back of her head, she knew there was a goose egg back there. The world was dark, it took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the slightest shadows that enveloped the place. The space seemed rather broad, but empty and cold. It wasn't a normal kind of cold, more a wet cold that made it so much worse. Every breathe she took, every time her body shifted the slightest, the sound it made echoed back at her. She prompted herself up stiffly from the floor, feeling the aggravated aches and pains across her back, her arm, and her leg as she forced them to move. The floor was damp and grainy, leaving traces of dirt across her hands. She had been laying for however long across a surface that was ice cold, her body was already shivering uncontrollably, attempting to make heat.
That was the moment her mind stopped suddenly, and what happened struck her with enough force she stumbled back against the wall behind her. The fear, it was paralyzing. She didn't know where she was, how long it had been. Her heart begun to race, the instinct to flee. Though, her eluding was snapped short, forcing her foot to slip on the saturation and fall back against the floor, releasing a cry when her elbow slammed down hard, taking the brunt of her sudden weight.
She turned back past her hair, sighting the metal cuff around her ankle, chained to a pipe that jutted out of the wall. Oh my god, oh my god. She was trapped like a wild animal. The fear was palatable, it soaked into every cell of her body, forcing a sudden cry of hysteria to shriek from her lips. Her eyes glossed angrily, moved back to grip the cuff caged across her tender ankle. The skin was red and hot to touch, the metal so tight it felt like it restricted blood flow to her foot. She gripped it with wet, dirty fingers, hardly able to see through strands of her filthy hair. She pulled at the clamp hard, yanking on it with both hands, but it didn't budge, it was simply hopeless. She wasn't strong enough to break the cuff, no human could have broken that cuff. She forced her head up, frantically swept the darkened, sordid surroundings of her prison. this place, it reminded of some sort of underground parking lot, with thick concrete beams meant to hold up the land above. Perhaps there was a tool, a piece of metal, she could use it as a pry or as a hammer. There was a large chest of some sort, made of solid metal once shiny, with a rusted lock on it, but it was much too far away to reach with her ankle cuffed, the chain was too short. She glanced up, spying a vent above on the upper corner of the wall. Perhaps there was even the slightest chance that this place, whatever it was, had the same venting system as somewhere else, a room that may have people in it. She needed help.
She cried, and the sounds of her pleas reverberated in the dark, she screaming towards the vent, hoping the sound would travel to her savior and get her the hell out of this place. She tried to jump, it yanked on the cuffed foot, which sent horrible shocks of pain every time she attempted so. The skin was red and raw, and the soggy dirt rubbing in was causing further damage. The air had a kind of smog, she could feel it coat her throat with every breath, deep into her lungs when they expanded for enough air for another scream.
"Let me out! Please!" She wanted to go home to her tiny, crumbling apartment with her elderly companion. With that thought, her heart suddenly halted, realizing she was without Zuni. Zuni. She wept in further raging panic, having no idea where Zuni was, or what had happened to her.
"You can keep me! But...let her go! Please!" she begged, repelled dirty hair from her tear-stained cheeks. She didn't even know who she was talking to, maybe herself, maybe god? who the fuck knows. The pressure inside her head, it was like she couldn't be silent, there was too much going through it to stay silent. The screams suddenly strangled, and she choked, her throat raw. She coughed again and again, stumbling back to the ground. Her back forced against the wall, she could feel its concrete freeze through the thin fabric of her shirt. She pushed the hair out her eyes, covering cold lips as her chest disobediently spasmed, the body's attempt to force the disgusting shit out of her lungs.
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His Angel
Romance"You have a name, don't you?" his voice was deep and irritable, but rather calm. Her eyes lifted just slightly, now staring at the edges of dark hair that hung an inch or two from his shoulders. Her lack of answer seemed to annoy him further, she co...
