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Scales
I awoke in complete darkness, the foul smell of death and human waste lingering heavily in the air around me. Fear gripped me as I struggled to remember the events which brought me here. Last I remembered there was a man, with blue eyes so cold, I shouldn't have been surprised when the drink he handed me quickly made me slip into oblivion. How could I be so stupid. I knew the dangers of accepting a drink from a stranger, yet something about him was just so magnetic, so alluring. And now look at me. Trapped in the dark, unable to see so much as an inch away from my own face.
I stood, my legs threatening to buckle as my head spin, still woozy from the drugs. I gently moved forward, sliding my right foot forward slowly as to avoid any obstacles, my hands reaching for a wall to guide me. Finally, a sense of relief as I felt the cool brick wall of whatever windowless room I was contained in. I began following the wall, eventually reaching a corner. Slowly I moved around the room until I came to a light switch. I felt my heart race as I reached to turn it on, afraid of what I would see once I turned on the light. I flipped the switch on, clenching my eyes closed. I opened them slowly to realize that the switch did nothing. So I kept moving forward, and finally found a door. I tried the knob and, shockingly, it opened. I stepped out into a dimly lit corridor, walls of eroded concrete brick, with the occasional bare bulb to vaguely light your way. I came to another door, which opened into an unassuming residential basement. I quickly glanced around the room for any danger and noticed a man, standing in the corner of the room, facing away from me.
He appeared to be older in age, and his breathing was labored. I could feel my nails bite my palm as I clenched my fists, prepared for a possible fight. The man turned around, and I was surprised to see kind eyes and a soft, sad smile.
"Well, at least you were smart enough to escape the room." He said softly, his voice rough, as though he hadn't spoken in a very long time. "At least you'll be able to survive." I took a step toward him.
"What's going on here?" I asked, voice trembling. "Where are we?" The man's sad smile left his face, leaving only grief.
"It's hard to say. I've been here for forty years that I know of, based on what little light comes in the window. All I know is that they won't let anyone out."
He turned back to his corner, and went quiet. I looked about for some way of escape, but unfortunately the only door, which stood at the top of a staircase, was in fact locked. I knocked...
I stood, my legs threatening to buckle as my head spin, still woozy from the drugs. I gently moved forward, sliding my right foot forward slowly as to avoid any obstacles, my hands reaching for a wall to guide me. Finally, a sense of relief as I felt the cool brick wall of whatever windowless room I was contained in. I began following the wall, eventually reaching a corner. Slowly I moved around the room until I came to a light switch. I felt my heart race as I reached to turn it on, afraid of what I would see once I turned on the light. I flipped the switch on, clenching my eyes closed. I opened them slowly to realize that the switch did nothing. So I kept moving forward, and finally found a door. I tried the knob and, shockingly, it opened. I stepped out into a dimly lit corridor, walls of eroded concrete brick, with the occasional bare bulb to vaguely light your way. I came to another door, which opened into an unassuming residential basement. I quickly glanced around the room for any danger and noticed a man, standing in the corner of the room, facing away from me.
He appeared to be older in age, and his breathing was labored. I could feel my nails bite my palm as I clenched my fists, prepared for a possible fight. The man turned around, and I was surprised to see kind eyes and a soft, sad smile.
"Well, at least you were smart enough to escape the room." He said softly, his voice rough, as though he hadn't spoken in a very long time. "At least you'll be able to survive." I took a step toward him.
"What's going on here?" I asked, voice trembling. "Where are we?" The man's sad smile left his face, leaving only grief.
"It's hard to say. I've been here for forty years that I know of, based on what little light comes in the window. All I know is that they won't let anyone out."
He turned back to his corner, and went quiet. I looked about for some way of escape, but unfortunately the only door, which stood at the top of a staircase, was in fact locked. I knocked...
