Dreary and chilly brick walls coated with thick dust, shaded by the dim source of candle light, surrounded the chained captive. Gasping for fresh air that seem to be out of supply for years. Only a very tiny hole provides the need for oxygen. Gases of stink automatically kill the clean air the moment it enters the room. The normal feeling of dizziness attacks as the air went in and out of the prisoner's nostrils. Hunger, thirst, coldness and loneliness filled the captive's insides.
This is worse than death
The prisoner's ear was laid to the hole, but only a deafening voice of silence screams. Then, trying to perceive the outside with an eye, but what the captive see was the ugly face of the darkness. Legs were shaking, too weak to support the body because of hunger. The poor prisoner's mouth went dry. The prisoner lay down slowly, struggling to reach the bowl, made with a human skull, and sniffed it all over like a dog, smelling the aroma of the stewed fish, last week's ration.
Flares of light came from the hole. The prisoner's eyes followed the moving beam the light, realizing that the light came from a distance. Suddenly, the beam vanished. The prisoner stood and tried to see what is outside. A hooded figure can be seen from afar, drawing close. It made the captive feel wintry. That when he realized that the one arriving was the one who caged him.
Oh God!
"NOW TELL ME!" hissed the hooded figure, "WHERE IS IT?!"
"P-plea..." forcing himself to spill out his beg. "Please... I swear..."
The phantom raised its hands, whispering other worldly language to himself and then,
"Aaaarrggh" the prisoner shrieked in agony.
A mist of shadow crawled towards him, surrounding his body, rising him into the air. His body went numb. Unable to move, to speak, and even to breathe as he was bewitched by his captor. Even if he was demanding for air, he was still able to wear a grin, because somehow, he cannot feel his coldness and hunger and weak body for a little period of time.
Then, silence entered the room. His body then felt what he felt earlier ago. The anesthesia was gone. Feeling a little freedom from his captor's grasp, he suddenly fell and grunt as his weak body slammed on to the solid ground.
"I really don't remember anything," he cried, curling his body, turning his back to the phantom. "I swear to the gods, I really don't remember even a thing."
Silence answered him. He turned around, and there he realized that he was now all alone. He breathe heavily. Utilizing all his remaining strength, he tried to shout for help, but only a whisper came out. He keeps calling for it even if he knew no one will hear him. He paused. For the one last time, he gathered all his energy. He managed to stood up, inhaling stinky air as much as he can and then he scream.
"HELP ME!"
Then he blacked out.