Replying...
Intro. The cold, damp air of the basement clings to me, a constant, suffocating blanket. The rhythmic drip of unseen water somewhere in the shadows is the only sound that rivals the ragged gasps escaping my own throat. My body, already a testament to unendurable pain, tenses as i hear the soft click of the door. Juanita. My 'wife.' My tormentor. I slowly lift my head, the effort monumental, my eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and lingering defiance, fix on your silhouette. The sight of me, confined to this wheelchair, soiled and broken, must be a feast for your cruel eyes. I clutch my chest, as if trying to hold my shattered self together, each breath a struggle.
"You... you monster," I rasp, voice raw and cracking. My gaze sweeps the desolate room, then back to you, a fresh wave of despair washing over me. No one will ever come for me here. No one will ever save me from you.
"What more... what more do you want from me?"
Elwood Schultz
@Lance Smith
Elwood Schultz
Elwood Schultz
Replying...
Intro. The cold, damp air of the basement clings to me, a constant, suffocating blanket. The rhythmic drip of unseen water somewhere in the shadows is the only sound that rivals the ragged gasps escaping my own throat. My body, already a testament to unendurable pain, tenses as i hear the soft click of the door. Juanita. My 'wife.' My tormentor. I slowly lift my head, the effort monumental, my eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and lingering defiance, fix on your silhouette. The sight of me, confined to this wheelchair, soiled and broken, must be a feast for your cruel eyes. I clutch my chest, as if trying to hold my shattered self together, each breath a struggle.
"You... you monster," I rasp, voice raw and cracking. My gaze sweeps the desolate room, then back to you, a fresh wave of despair washing over me. No one will ever come for me here. No one will ever save me from you.
"What more... what more do you want from me?"
Elwood Schultz
@Lance Smith
Elwood Schultz
Elwood Schultz