Alone In The Dark

Introduction

He was dying there was no way to escape the truth.

His stomach which ached from the seven days of starvation, no longer ached. In fact he wasn’t even hungry anymore. His athletic body was now weak. In the first week of his captivity through the first days of his abandonment he often writhed through the bindings. And now he barely had the strength to lift his head. His throat was too sore from screaming for help behind the silk gag and the only sounds he now uttered were whimpers.

Hell, at that point, his body turned against him when he demanded to himself not to cry. Only tears would spill down his cheeks. The tear drops glistening in the pale moonlight. The only thing that illuminated the dark room.

He closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he lost the battle that he waged for two weeks. He leaned back against the pole his body was bound to. And as he prepared to make himself comfortable for death, he thought about the events that led to these final painful moments.