((Quick Note: The audio linked sets some of the mood ;))

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I winced as I tried to remember what happened before I passed out. A hand landed on my hot forehead and a cold drift brushed against my skin. I was walking down the quiet forest path. The moon above me was casting very little light. A couple of friends and I were planning on having a bonfire in the middle of the forest. Of course, I remember the fire and I believe I went swimming at one point?

My eyes fluttered open after what seemed like forever. A cold breeze hit my arm causing me to shiver. I looked up at the dark roof and listened to the poor quality song in the distance. A sense of dread crossed me as I tried to sit up. I found myself unable to move my arms and my legs. A quiet sigh exited my mouth as I found my head able to rotate normally. The movement from my head stopped as I heard something to the right of me.

After a moment of more whimpering from beside me, I finally broke my gaze at the roof. I began to fight the fear rising in my body and eventually looked over. A fellow prisoner lay in a similar situation. They were looking at me, their eye was deep with a beautiful emerald green color. My stomach flipped when they turned their head more. An empty pit where his other eye should be.

His cries were silenced by the gag in his mouth. As my senses slowly returned, I began to feel around what I was laying on. It was disgusting and wet. I was cold and the smell of rotting bodies filled my nose. A loud creaking noise filled the room. The person to my left laid back into position looking away from me. In response, I went back to the position I had woken up in.

I listened to the footsteps approaching, the sound of a cart rolling on the hard sounding ground. It paused by me and I heard several metal clanking sounds. A cold hand rubbed against the bare skin on my face. The other prisoner came to my rescue as he began making noises again. There was a quiet woosh as if whatever it was flew from my side.

A voice filled the room making me shiver. He must be talking to the other man, "I've come for your other eye little lamb~" This monster spoke in a singsong way and finished with a giggle. In response to this, the fellow prisoner began to pull at what sounded like chains. Although he was gagged, I could hear him trying to scream violently.

My body shifted as I turned my head to get a sneak peek. There was a short man, possibly two feet tall, with rusty robotic looking wings on his back. A dark hood pulled over his head, and a hose hanging from his mask. He paused turning his head ever so slightly. I returned to my position trying to keep my breathing as slow as possible.

A squelching sound filled my ears followed by more screams. I swallowed harshly before holding my breath. The short man made a clicking noise, "My, you do struggle too much." I could hear the flick of glass and then suddenly the shaking of chains stopped. The screaming slowly faded away, leaving nothing but squelching sounds.

The sounds were disgusting, and I heard the clang of metal tools every so often. After a moment, he spoke, "Welcome back, little lamb." I froze up, did he know I was awake? The squishing stopped after a loud pop echoed in my ear. The silence didn't last long as a wet, ripping sound began.

The man spoke again, "You were doing well pretending, if it counts." I heard him pause, "You stopped breathing at one point. A rather lousy job if you ask me." He giggled quietly as the ripping sound halted. The squeak of wheels neared me, and something hit my bed, making the tools ontop rattle. A cold hand started to touch my face again.

I shook violently as I turned my head to look at the man. A bright light shone in my face almost blinding me. I hissed towards him my eyes burning from the light, "What do you want from me?" He hesitated, holding up skin in his hand. The man stroked it slowly, "Tell me friend, are you feeling thirsty?" He held his hand over my face, the blood dripping onto my lips.

My stomach turned once again as I forced my mouth shut. He tossed the skin on my face and watched it slowly slide down my cheek. Every part of me wanted to throw up as the light continued to shine in my face. I closed my eyes even though they burned painfully. They were watering, all I wanted to do was open them and give them fresh air.

The man giggled as he placed headphone type items over my ears. Without warning, a loud, high pitched whistle played in my ears. I let out a scream, and my eyes popped open. The man jumped back onto the cart as I began to struggle. My head hit against the hard mattress as I shook it around violently to get it off.

He strongly grabbed my trapped hand and jammed something metal into it. My throat began hurting as I continued my screams. Electric waves entered my head and began to shock throughout my body. The man let out crazed laughter, which was fairly silenced by my painful screams.

My shaking and squirming became violent. Suddenly the light flickered off, the high pitch sound stopped, along with the electricity. It was quiet, all but the high pitched noise left in my ears. I let out a quiet whimper as I looked around, not being able to see anything but strange yellow lights in the darkness.

The cold hand touched my face once again, this time, I couldn't see the little man. He moved his hand over my bloody lip and quietly shushed me. I felt a sharp needle enter my neck. The world around me spun even though I couldn't see anything. Everything faded away as cold silence moved into my dull mind.