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The air was stale and it smelled of an old indoor public pool. The sound of chains rattled in Dave's ears as he slowly came to. The last thing he remembered was him holding a piece of his jeep that had bent and stabbed him right in the center of his chest when he veered off the road. He couldn't remember why he did. But he did remember holding onto that metal as he slowly blacked out, all the blood over his rough, bronze, working hands. Things were blurry at first, and then he looked down, and panicked. There in his gray shirt was a hole. Beyond that hole there was a huge slit where metal had supposedly pierced his chest. Every now and then, he saw a trickle of blood stain his shirt even more, flowing down to his jeans. He was hanging there by chains bound to leather cuffs around his wrists, the steel toe of his tan work boots just barely touching what looked like a rocky floor. Utter shock struck him and he hung there with his jaw silently open, not even muttering cries for help.

"I've been waiting for someone like you...for a very...long...time." When Dave heard the voice, he looked into the dark void around him. "Who's there? What is this place! Let me go!" As a figure stepped from the darkness, Dave's face fell into awe as he admired the beauty of the woman who approached him. She had an athletic frame with snowy pale flesh. Her hair was long and velvet, but was kept in a bronze crown head piece. She was wrapped in a loose fitting navy dress that almost appeared to move about her body. The most noticeable trait about her were those near lifeless red eyes. They were the thickest of red, and they clearly spoke out for her. She didn't care for much except for her own pleasures and well being.

"Where am I?" Dave stuttered, gasping as he felt a single trickle of blood run down to his chin. He truly wondered if he was going to die soon if someone didn't take care of him soon. She reached up to him, touching the length of his jaw, running a gloved, claw like digit along his thing, black jockstrap styled beard. As she stared into his grayish blue eyes, he felt intimidated by this woman. In her deep, feminine voice, she said, "You're dead, David, and in my world I can do to you whatever pleases me."

Dave's eyes widened, both with shock and anger. "You're a freak you crazy bi..." As Dave attempted to last out and kick her, she suddenly wrapped those black claws around his ankle and squeezed. He screeched a blood curling screech when he felt his leg being crushed, the sound of splintering bones traveling up along his limb. She leaned in and her voice had a demonic echo as she informed him, "If this was your world, could I do this?" Reaching her other fingertips into the gaping, bleeding slit in his chest, his screeching came to a sudden stop when pain he had never felt before surged through his chest and arms. His semi-muscular limbs went numb as he endured the constriction of his heart as she squeezed it, blood squirting from his chest onto her pale breasts as she crushed his blood organ. Moments felt like hours as she tortured him, but no matter how hard or how long she held onto him, he never came close to dying.

When she finally pulled her hand out of his chest with a loud slurp, it was covered in blood and other fluids from his insides. Tears of sheer agony fell down his bronze cheeks as he endured what was of the pain in his torso until it finally went away, though he never truly cried, being too strong. "What the Hell are you?" he muttered, struggling to breathe. She gave an evil smile, "Maybe part of some twisted god like being's imagination? I'm not so sure myself. I have always been here, and I have always enjoyed the company of little boys like you." He suddenly spat blood on her face, "I'm not a boy! Get me the fuck down!" Her brows furrowed, showing her irritation as the blood ran across the bridge of her nose and down to her jaw before falling to the ground. Turning her side to him as she prepared to leave, "When I'm done with you, you'll worship me like the dog you are..." As she walked off into the darkness, Dave shouted after her, "Get me down! Get me down God damn it! Fucking bitch!"

He was left in the dark, his body hanging from the chains that suspended from nothing. Oddly his chest and leg didn't hurt after a while. As time passed, he could finally move the limb once again. He was slowly forced to accept his new reality, this wasn't his world. "Get me down from her!" he'd shout every now and then. When a long enough time passed, his stomach started to growl because he was hungry. But he was trapped in the darkness...

More to Come