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Niko sat there. His whole body hurt, he was bleeding and bruised, maybe even a few fractures and broken bones here and there. Unwanted bite marks scattered across his body and dried up saliva outlined them. He couldn’t stand even if he had help. But there wasn’t any use in standing anymore. He couldn’t escape this hell hole even if he tried his absolute hardest.
Charles made sure of that.
Niko could only crawl from the shear pain he’s in. Which is so embarrassing since Charles saw this and put a collar on him with “Charles’ Bitch“ printed on top in a cute black font. After forcing it on Niko, who tried fighting back but ultimately failed, he said “if you want to be so animalistic, then ill just treat you like a feral beast” grinning playfully as if it was some normal conversation.
Tsk, pure mockery
It was currently 2 am. Niko couldn’t sleep. He hasn’t been able to sleep for a few days now. But you can’t blame him. How could you ever sleep peacefully if you knew, in the middle of the night, you were going to go through something no living being should have to go through. It scared him, well, it used to scare him. Now he just feels numb. He can barely breathe without his ribs screaming at him to stop. He’s surprised he’s even breathing, he thought he’d be long dead by now.
But he guesses the devil has other plans.
The room he’s locked up in, isn’t….the best.
The walls were tiles, different shades of grey from the paint wearing off. White seeped through the cracks, giving it character. Blood splotches were able to be seen all around the walls. Dark red, light red, pinkish red and a red that seemed completely black.
Who’s blood? Well his of course! He’s kinda glad that they’re there, or else this room would look like a mental asylum. That would make him go insane. Besides the blood and grey walls, there were chains hanging from the ceiling down to about stomach hight.
He dreaded those chains. He was forced to be chained in them and the strain it Put on his body was immaculate. He. Fucking. Hated. Them. When Charles would even mention the chains, Niko would go in a full panic attack and start begging and pleading him to use something else. Anything else.
Next to those chains stood a chair. Painfully well intact for the suffering it had to go through. Or well, Niko had to go through while sitting in it. That chair would haunt him, even during the few times he’s able to sleep, that chair would appear in his dreams, turning them into nightmares.
The singular lightbulb that dangled from above was the only thing that illuminated the depressing room. Fluorescent,blinding white shined from it. It seemed to be broken though. It flickered creepily every now and then. Niko would’ve hated it too like all the other features in the room, hadn’t it been for the fact it was the only light sorce there was. Charles was truly evil. He knew the absolute severe phobia Niko had of the dark, so of course, he took that to his advantage and threw Niko in a room with no windows. If he felt like it, Charles would turn of the light from the outside just to hear the sobs Niko let out, because of fear. Its like some twisted kink he had.
This was about the 186th time he described the room to himself in his head. Yes, he counted. He only did that to prevent from going completely mad and possibly hurting himself even more than he was. He would day dream about the perfect life outside that he remembered, before any of this happened. Going out with Kurona and Hiori to shop for Manga’s and figures and watch Anime when he got back home. He didnt do much besides eat,sleep,watch anime,scroll through tiktok and read manga. His life was pretty uneventful before this. But he much prefers that one than this living hell.
The room stank of iron and rust, possibly from the dried up blood and the exposed pipes that curved around the corners of the walls. They began to rust a while back, but he was positive no water ran in them since he never heard a flow. But he could be wrong, he wouldn’t be surprised if his hearing worsened significantly after the screaming and yelling he did on daily basis.
The door. He wished he could just escape through that door. It should’ve been easy breaking down a wood door, but lo and behold, he was too weak to even push it open. He’d crawl towards the door every once in a while to listen to the conversations people had through them. He liked hearing the voices of other people after not being in any other human interaction ,besides Charles, while staying here. He wanted so badly to scream, yell, even knock against the piece of wood to get anyone’s attention. But he would have to suffer the consequences if his plans failed. And he knew from experience, those “consequences” were absolut hell and not worth risking for.
Right now though, he laid on the floor side ways, facing the door while shivering. There wasnt a heater in the room, and to worsen the temperature, there was a fan that turns on every once in a while to make the room even colder. How could this get any worse you ask? Well Charles dumps a bucket of ice cold water on top of Niko during winter.
Yea… he went through some shit, but this is only the physical torture. Just wait for the mental and emotional abuse.
Niko didn’t dare to move, well, he couldn’t really move at all. The only thing keeping him company is us! We are his imaginary friends of course. We weren’t real…were we? Niko couldn’t distinguish the differences between real life or his own imagination anymore. He wished he was dreaming but it all felt so real and fake at the same time….he didn’t know what to think anymore.