A boy, hanging by a rope which was slowly lowering itself for it was breaking, was just beginning to wake. He looked about him, darkness was all about. He could smell the scent of water nearby. He guessed from below him. He was dressed in only a pair of pants. The color doesn't really matter because his sight is hardly the distance of a foot in front of himself. His arms are pulled up for the rope is wrapped around his wrists.

'Not again. Will they never let me have a full night sleep?' He asks himself.

He hears another thread break.

He yanks on the rope, but it will not budge. He swings himself and feels him self slam on against a wall, sloes enough to swig to but far enough from the other side so he can't place his feet and back opposite each other. By moving slowly, he discovers the room is circular.

There goes another thread.

There is a splashing below him, the sound of creatures that are waiting for him to fall to his death so they may eat. His arms start to tire and feel on fire. With his bear feet he searches for a resting spot on the wall, just a small crack or something to get his feet into. Nothing, the wall is perfect smooth.

'They want to make sure I'm perfect for the job. These cruel heartless beings care about no one but themselves.'

Three more threads hold him.

He flips himself into a hand stand, using the rope like a floor and pulls himself up by wrapping his feet around the rope. He feels the broken threads with his foot.

Two left.

He moves even faster with more vigorous movements. Swinging so all his senses are destroyed save for his sense of touch.

One last thread.

He's almost there. He can feel the broken part against his chest. He braces himself for the fall.

SNAP