Bound in the Void
Darkness.
Not the soft darkness of night, but something heavier. Thicker. A suffocating black that swallowed everything.
Ron opened his eyes.
And saw nothing.
No walls. No floor. No sky.
Just void.
He shifted, trying to move—but something clinked.
Clink. Clink.
His wrists. Shackled. Cold iron pressing against his skin. Chains snaked from his arms, wrapping around bars.
Bars?
He looked closer.
He was inside a cage.
A perfect square of rusted metal suspended in the endless black. Chains coiled around every bar, tightening, rattling, creaking.
"…Where am I…?" Ron's voice cracked, thin against the void.
No answer.
He pushed against the bars. They didn't budge.
He pulled at the chains. They resisted, tightening in response.
"Let me out…" he whispered. "Let me out!"
The void answered with silence.
He slammed his fists against the bars.
"LET ME OUT!"
A low, distant sound answered.
Not a voice. Not words.
A faint dragging.
Like something slithering through the dark.
"…Who's there?"
The dragging grew louder. Closer.
And then—eyes.
Far beyond the cage, a pair of faint white lights blinked open, watching. Unmoving. Patient.
"Who… are you…?"
The lights remained still.
Then, from behind them, a shape unfurled. Massive. Serpentine. Blacker than the void itself, its form visible only because it ate the darkness around it.
It coiled slowly, silently, a colossal chain wrapped around its endless body, trailing into the void.
And Ron realized—
It wasn't just any chain.
It was his chain.
The one binding him to the cage.
"…You're… controlling it…"
The creature said nothing.
The chains rattled.
Tightened.
Ron fell to his knees, gasping as the bindings pulled him backward, slamming him against the bars.
"No… stop…!"
The chains wound tighter across his chest, his throat, his limbs.
"Stop—"
His vision blurred.
The void pressed closer.
The lights blinked once.
Control.
The word wasn't spoken aloud. It echoed inside his skull.
The chains pulsed in response.
"…Control…?"
Another pulse.
The chains locked.
The cage creaked.
Ron struggled, thrashing against the bindings. But the more he fought, the tighter they held.
"Why… why are you doing this…?"
Control.
The lights pulsed again.
A second voice—fainter, distant—rose beneath the first.
Trapped… bound… contained…
Ron's heart pounded.
"No… I'm not trapped… I'm not…"
The creature coiled closer. The cage began sinking, chains dragging it down into deeper dark.
"I'M NOT TRAPPED!"
He clawed at the chains. Tore at them.
But they wouldn't break.
The deeper the cage sank, the colder it grew. Frost formed along the bars. His breath misted in the air.
The lights blinked a final time.
And then vanished.
Leaving Ron alone.
Bound.
Unmoving.
Waiting.
A soft voice whispered from the dark.
"…control…"
"…control…"
"…control…"
Ron's eyes fluttered shut.
And the void swallowed him whole.
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He gasped awake.
Sweat drenched his sheets. His hands trembled.
He was back in his bedroom.
Moonlight filtered through the window.
"…A dream…" he whispered hoarsely.
But the cold on his skin lingered.
And when he looked down—
Red marks circled his wrists.
As if chains had been there.
"…It wasn't… just a dream…"
Outside, far in the distance, thunder rumbled.
And somewhere deep inside, he felt it.
The chains.
Still waiting.
The Imprisonment of the void a cage type nent.
This is his dream an prison were no escape no choice just waiting the control the life you want. Then Ron now was thinking that he wont give up now cause the world just changed he wanted to see the future of it.