• I awoke bloodshed, my hands chained to the wall... I couldn't see much, but a small moon beam, glimmering through a small overhead window, which let me see at least my own body, covered from head to toe in gashes. The pain instantaneously started coursing through me...
    But... I felt a rush... I felt alive from the pain... which was good... let me know I was still breathing... but for how long? How long must I be encased inside these unknown walls of blood; this darkened room which will more than likely be my doom...
    I scanned the room... hoping for at least some form of life... but alas... it was nothing more, than a mere rat...
    But... if there's rats near here; it could mean food; which could mean people... I may have hope of finding out why I'm here!
    My head grew weary... I needed more sleep... and drifted back... into a deep, deep slumber...

    A hang grabbed me, waking me from the small amount of peace I had... the hand reeked of sweat and kerosene; with a face emerging from the dark... He was quite old, with gray hair and half of his face in blood... but he had not a single wound upon his body... I dared not to think of what this man would do to me, as it would only make me panic more; I needed to remain calm, and have a quick thinking way around me.

    He held his face up close to mine, his breath reeking of liquor and cigarettes, he opened his mouth and said, with a thick Irish accent "Yer comin' with me..." and then struck me, knocking me out cold once again... not knowing what will happen to me...