Literature
Her Nightmare
She couldn't see anything.
Her eyes were wide open, yet she felt as though they were closed. The darkness surrounded her, and the size of the room was something she did not know--it felt as tight as it felt wide open.
She couldn't think. She could only scream. Scream, sweat, and cry, and piss. Her legs were spread apart, as well as her arms, all chained to the floor beneath her. She was naked, with her hair sticking to her neck and shoulders. She would sometimes feel lightheaded--there was nothing she wanted more than to fall unconcious.
And yet...
A familiar laughter echoed through the room. Her screams reduced themselves to