Return to Darkness

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The darkness begins to ease into soft white light. Soon the light fades into a collection of fuzzy shapes surrounding you. As your vision clears you see the walls of cell. Your breath quickens as you come to terms with consciousness. Looking around, the walls are scrawled with inane jabbering and tirades of the lowest possible legibility. The stench pervading the area fills your nostrils quickly. Looking towards the left the toilet paper dispenser, or what is left of it, hangs precariously to the metal partition by a single screw. Your grip involuntarily tightens around the heavy weight in your right hand. It's burden is so much that it feels as though its pulling at every tendon in your arm. As you bring your right hand up to examine this encumbrance, light glints off its surface drawing your eyes to the long metal slide of an automatic handgun. Your hand tenses around the custom wooden grip. The pressure against your palm feels good. Turning over the weapon you heft it's weight, feel it's power. Running your hand across the slide of the gun, the cold metal leaves a tingling sensation on your half numb fingertips. You shudder at the pleasure you feel. The unease in your stomach quickly turns to riotous waves of nausea. You quickly double over the toilet just in time to relieve the nausea from below. Turning towards the stall door you clear your head for the first time to figure out what to do.