Fireflies.

The drip was constant, a rhythm that was chilling in the eerie room.

Darkness so whole it was consuming, it wrapped around you in a dangerous embrace.

Its frigid hands enclosing around your skin, sinking through you veins and into your mind. Like poison.

The damp, had long since sank through my clothes. Chilling me further, as did the stone wall behind me.

The steel shackles secured me to both the wall and the floor. Their touch, a reminder.

Of the weakness that plagued me.

Of just how hopeless I was.

And how the thoughts made me scream in rage.

Primal and basic sounds crossing my cracked lips as I yanked forward against the chains.

Their clatter, breaking the room with my cry.

Splitting the silence.

I bowed my body forward, straining against the chains, iron grip.

My dirty locks hung limp against my neck as I cried again.

The sound pushing past the fold of my lips.

Bound by chains, surrounded by swords, actual swords and knives.

Every movement the blades dug further into my flesh.

Sinking their evasive presence into my already marred skin.

I cried out again, rage filled me once more as I felt my own blood trickle down my arms.

A single name, the only person I could think to save me.

Eric.

His name burning through my mind, my thoughts as I begged for him to help me.

To save me.