Captive

He was sitting in his cell shackled to the wall. His body stiff from sleeping on a floor of stone. In this black abyss there are no luxuries that you would find in prisons across the U.S. Then again, this is no ordinary prison. How he got here was still a puzzle and only flashes of imagery seem to come to his mind when he tries to remember. But even then it is like someone scrambled up a movie, chopped it into pieces and then flashed up the scenes in random chaotic order. If only there was a light, a window, a sound that could help him discover where he was. Suddenly, his mind jolts back to the moment as he hears the sound of footsteps…..they grow louder and heavier as they approach his cell……..They stop and he strains to hear what is happening outside the door. Is someone coming in? Is there finally going to be an explanation as to what is going on, why he is here? The door clanks and moans as it is pushed open…..No light comes in……instead there is a stench of what can only be described as dead and decaying flesh. Something steps inside the cell and there is a deep breathing just a few feet in front of him as he begins to feel the warmth of the things breath as it stares down at him. What is it? He strains to see into the darkness but all that can be seen are two red eyes, the center of which are punctured with pupils that are darker and deeper than the blackness that fills the cell. What is this? He thinks to himself again. Am I lunch for this beast? Without a word the beast unlocks the shackles from the wall and begins to drag him out of the cell. He tries to resist but the creature has the strength of mythical proportions and pulls him down the hall as if it was pulling a piece of string behind it. Still trying to make out something of his surrounding he tries to see something, anything that would tell his where he was. Instead he is still only surrounded by blackness and in that dark abyss he knows there is no hope to be found………..