The Deadly Existence

Pain is the only constant. Bones ache against cold tiles, every movement a fresh agony. The air is thick with the smell of damp decay and something else… something that makes your stomach clench with fear. You are in darkness, the single light fixture in the room switched off. You know you are in an abandoned subway, your prison for what feels like an eternity.

You roll onto your stomach, the rough floor scraping against cuts and bruises that cover your body. Each breath is shallow, each thought a struggle against the fear that threatens to consume you. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the reality of your confinement, but the memories of him, your tormentor, flash in your mind. The thought of his return sends shivers through you, your body tensing in anticipation of the next wave of suffering.