I couldn't even feel my body, for that I was grateful, it would do me no good to recognize its anguish. The darkness had swallowed it from me, so in the cover of darkness I didn't have to feel for it, didn't have to feel pain and disgust toward its feeble existence.

"Hey, mister man." the young thing said; I realized I could see when his plain brown eyes took hold of mine.

"What you want, kid...?" I murmured back, my voice feeling a thousand miles off

"Uh, why you chained up?" he inquired with meek curiosity.

"I'm on a kinky streak..." I muttered through my chapped lips while releasing an exhausted exhale

He didn't even blink; all he did was stare with plain brown orbs so I finally gave the kid a more convincing retort:

"What the hell do you think I'm doing chained up like this?" I growled weakly, giving him a question for his question

"um." was all he said; as if it was a good enough answer

Silence was spread after that ...I shut my eyelids the rest of the way down, but I couldn't black out knowing that the little twerp was standing there with those plain brown eyes drilling into me.

"Stop standing around like a dick and help me!" I screamed out, surprising myself with the momentum, but not even getting a flinch out of the child who stood like a pole before me. My throat was sandpaper and now it had been set on fire, and some how the burning seemed to send ashes up into my eyes so I squeezed them shut, which forced little drops of water to leak out from the corners. How enraging, feeling those liquid drops roll down my hollow cheeks, so shameful...

I felt the uncomfortable strain as my eyes rolled back into my head, I could feel my arms trembling against the wall like they had a will of their own, and awareness came to me of my legs painfully stiff and numb.

I opened my eyelids and let my eyes roll back into place, in I gasped, my throat stopped its burning temper, my arms weren't spread out and chained high above my head anymore, my back wasn't pressed against the cold firm wall, I was not bound, I was standing on the floor completely free.

My husky breaths filled the cold dingy dark air; I raised my wrists to my lips and licked the raw redness, while my eyes raced around trying to understand what had just occurred.

I was chained up, now I was free. Had I blacked out? It had seemed like only seconds ago I was stuck like a spider to that wall.

My tongue brings a toxic burn into the wounds at my wrists, then my hand inadvertently rubs against my cheek; the feel of the thick scar was almost worse then the thought of what it represented...

I stopped caressing my tongue against my wrists and my tight angry jaws packed down hard against one another, while my heavy labored breaths filled the small abyss of the cell. Broiling heat spread deeper through me; but a sudden distraction in the form of a small cold hand was placed on mine, and before I could glare downward, the darkness attacks and engulfs me again.