The way it goes

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The world at the moment stopped for me. I couldn’t move or breathe or see anything past that point. I felt my shoulders shaking. Or was it someone was shaking my shoulders. If this was a night mare, I begged for the person to shake me harder. To get me out of this hell.

“As miserable as it is to watch you emotionally plummet,” The smart ass Captor spoke, “We are far from finished. The boss requires a little more…how can I put it…”

“EMPTINESS,” He added, “That’s it! We need more of that.”

He grabbed my wrist and the scene changed again. I was in a gown. On a bed.

The windows were open letting the cold air in and it was dark outside. The ‘me’ that was on the bed had a very noticeable blood stain on the gown in the abdominal area. The face was deathly pale. Past ‘me’ was a bleeding cadaver.

“Must I see this?” I groaned.

There was no reply.