Prisoner

[luv 3469]

I was trapped, alone and afraid. I was in the hole for

what must've been a week.

I felt my stomach howling for food,

my mouth begging for water and my eyes 

yearning for the light. I wanted to be free and I wanted to get out,

but I didn't know how. So I did what I had done for majority of that week, I yelled.

I yelled and I yelled, pleading to whoever is out there to come and save me.

Soon I heard the footsteps.

I knew he was here when a bright line shown in like the gates of heaven.

However what would great me would be from the darkest depths of hell.

I woke up much later, in a bed. A soft bed, to be exact and specific.

I couldn't move however, I was pinned down, stuck in my place.

I couldn't really get a grip of where I was at this time, and for that moment 

I felt a sense of bliss, for I had escaped the depths.

But something, perhaps someone, in the back of my mind was telling me

warning me in fact that  it was far from over.

A man soon entered and opened the curtains, revealing the radiant sun

which felt glorious upon my skin, it felt euphoric. 

I sprung to life however, as this man was familiar to me, a man I had seen

and heard many times in my past. One that I had once forgotten. 

I soon decided it was best to try and make my escape, get up and get

out of there. However He had no intentions of letting me escape, he had 

no intentions on letting me ever leave, for I was a new doll for his collection.

I struggled and I wiggled, only causing him more joy and delight at my obvious

discomfort. I was strapped down all around my body, to what seemed like a bed. 

Upon further gathering of my surroundings I found that I was in a room.

A room much like the one I had back at the Clinic, the Clinic of Solaira.

I looked down to find that my restrains had been loosened, just enough for

me to escape, however meer moments ago they were tight.

I took this moment, looking to my right to find a table of 

rusty and dirty surgical tools. All scattered about in a disorganized manner.

I slowly stood up and reached for a dagger, just big enough to do the job.

I got up and slowly placed a foot upon the cold wooden floor, 'creeeak'.

Upon hearing the noise I lunged, this was my only chance.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Lorus of Normandor choke-slams Gareth in the real world. Cruel?

[Guest]

2 minutes ago, Gucko said:

Lorus of Normandor choke-slams Gareth in the real world. Cruel?

Gareth Bolshevik Hawthorne shoves Lorus' face into a pool of acid. 

 

[lawnmowerman 3040]

4 minutes ago, aerialkebab said:

Gareth Bolshevik Hawthorne shoves Lorus' face into a pool of acid. 

 

 

((Powergaming from a GM. How quaint.))

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