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Trapped

Posted: May 19, 2017 in Stories
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Flesh slips from the bone catching slightly on the wrist as it sloughs to the floor. The necrotic flesh releases an ungodly odour as it slips open. I can no longer feel pain in my corrupted flesh but the stench is overpowering and I drop the shard of metal as I retch expelling nothing but bile and cramping my starved body even more. The creatures have kept me looked up with nothing but water dripping into my cell for three weeks now. Ample time for the wound I sustained during my capture to turn gangrenous if I had the guts I would have removed it a week ago and maybe not had to lose my whole arm. I pick the shard back up and begin to work cutting through the tendon in my shoulder to fully remove the infected tissue. This is slow torturous work the nerves in my shoulder still have feeling and I pass out at least twice before it finally snaps and my dead arm slaps to the ground I collapse to the floor next to it exhausted and begin to cry.

I still don’t know how all this happened or even what these creatures are that have imprisoned me. I never got a good look at them or I did but my eyes couldn’t focus on them. they seemed to be shrouded in shadow or fog. I couldn’t tell you how big they were, what colour or even how many limbs they had all I know for sure is that when they struck me it felt like being electrocuted and being frozen all at once and by the end of the day the wound had begun to fester.

I spent the rest of the day slipping in and out of conscious the pain and the hunger sapping what little energy I had, sleep is my only release I don’t know how much longer I can go on. I write this in the hope that someone will find it and know what happened to me. That it may act as some kind of warning or be of some use to the poor soul next imprisoned here. I fear I can’t continue.