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The air is so dry, so cold, but there was something else was in the air too, when I would reach out my hands, it was as though I could feel something, there was an unexplainable presence that could be felt but not touched. A presence that haunted me the whole time, it never left. My eyes had gotten used to the dark, I could see much more than before but they would adapt no more, so the faint images that I could see before me would become no clearer to me than they already are. What I did manage to make out was what seemed to be a circular wooden bucket, a pair of handcuffs that seemed to have two separate colours on it, I assumed that the second colour was the rust that had formed as the cuffs had been there from before my existence, the only other thing that I could see and was sure of was a chair, considering how big the dungeon was, it seemed very empty down here. There was a musky, mouldy smell that would always linger in the dungeon, I couldn’t figure out where it had come from but since there was so little down here, I assumed that it must have been from the wood from either the bucket or the chair. The only real noise that would ever break the deafening silence is the sound of chains repeatedly banging against the wall, when I would chant to myself in despair below the sound of my own breathe and softly hit my hand against the wall, the chains around my wrist binding me to the wall are so thick that they hit the wall every time. Thanks to the freezing stone floor, my bare feet have been numb for more than I can remember
My clothes have become no more than a filthy rag which no longer serves its purpose, they neither kept me warm or covered me. I forgot what they looked like before they evolved into this useless piece of cloth. Its too dark to see the dirt but I can feel my skin has become much harder from all the layers of dirt that have accumulated and hardened over time. If I were to clench my fist I could feel the dirt crack at all the places where my fingers bend, it was so silent that I could even hear it cracking.
There were no windows in this deserted place, no way to tell night from day, no sunlight light to penetrate the darkness that lays like a cloud of despair upon me. The only light I can see is to my right, I cant even see the light itself, for the stairs to my right lead up 12 steps and then 3 steps ahead is the ****l door that always makes that chilling ***eech sound when being closed. Underneath the door is no more than 1 cm gap which was the only form of air circulation. In that 1 cm is my only hope, for that 1cm gap allows the only light to enter the room. The only light I seem to remember anymore, yet I couldn’t even see that for the stairs that lead upwards got in the way but its slight reflection on the walls gave me the comfort I needed to know it was there.
I knew how many steps there were because the only thing I had to do in this dungeon was count the steps as my master would walk up and down whenever he chose to visit me. I knew him not, although my master, I had never seen his face, heard his voice or touched his hand. He would come to visit me in this dungeon from time to time, I would hear his quiet footsteps as he would approach the ****l door, and then was the loud ***eech as the door slowly opened, he would take one step into the dungeon and then close the door behind him leaving only enough space so that the door would not actually close and lock us both in. He would then slowly walk down towards me, as though he had all the time in the world. I no longer cried out to him, time had taught me that it was pointless, for I would never get a response. Once he was down he would stand just beyond my reach and look down at me as though making sure I was still there. Once he was satisfied, he would gradually turn around and at the same pace as every time, he would walk back up the stairs and leave me behind chain to this wall to live among the dead. On occasion, in such silence when my arm was to tired to break the silence by tapping the chain against the wall, the voices would return. The dark ones would revisit my weak mind to taunt and steal my thoughts to make sure my soul was chained as well as my body, to make sure that I would not have hope. All alone with my demons in this evil place, “who will set this captive free?” I would cry in the night.
Has it always been this way? No memory of the life I lead before, this place had taken me out of time, as though a different realm. It cant have always been this way.
I could hear the familiar footsteps approaching the door, only this time the footsteps were different. Taken off guard, I sat up from my despaired slouch, who could it be? My master never sent anyone else to check on me. What would this person want from me and why would he care to come see me? Anxiously I waited to see this person, I couldn’t maintain myself, anything that would break this routine of misery was welcome. The door finally begun to ***eech, finally he was opening the door, I didn’t know how to react so I just waited for him to come in and make his way down. As he walked into the dungeon, my thoughts had been confirmed, it wasn’t my master but still the question remained, who is this man? I didn’t even know if he was sent by my master. As he walked down the stairs towards me his white robe majestically fluttered from the breeze that came through the open door behind him. Gently he told me to rise. Eagerly I jumped to my feet, I could feel the blood flow through my feet again, my feet had forgotten the cold of the floor, the excitement in my body had brought me warmth. As I stood up, he had reached the final stair and told me to raise my arms “I have the keys” he said with a smile on his face. As tears gushed down my face, it cleansed the dirt from my face. “what of my master?” I asked in fear, I didn’t want to get excited over something that would not last. “Do not be afraid, I am your master now, and through me you will be free. You were blinded in the darkness of this dungeon, but I am the Light. You were far away but I will take you home, for I am the way. You lived among the dead, but now you will live through me, for I am the life”
I don’t know why he chose to save me, as he walked in and looked into my eyes, my dark ways I could not hide, yet he still looked on me with love, he still walked towards me to release me from my ways.
My clothes have become no more than a filthy rag which no longer serves its purpose, they neither kept me warm or covered me. I forgot what they looked like before they evolved into this useless piece of cloth. Its too dark to see the dirt but I can feel my skin has become much harder from all the layers of dirt that have accumulated and hardened over time. If I were to clench my fist I could feel the dirt crack at all the places where my fingers bend, it was so silent that I could even hear it cracking.
There were no windows in this deserted place, no way to tell night from day, no sunlight light to penetrate the darkness that lays like a cloud of despair upon me. The only light I can see is to my right, I cant even see the light itself, for the stairs to my right lead up 12 steps and then 3 steps ahead is the ****l door that always makes that chilling ***eech sound when being closed. Underneath the door is no more than 1 cm gap which was the only form of air circulation. In that 1 cm is my only hope, for that 1cm gap allows the only light to enter the room. The only light I seem to remember anymore, yet I couldn’t even see that for the stairs that lead upwards got in the way but its slight reflection on the walls gave me the comfort I needed to know it was there.
I knew how many steps there were because the only thing I had to do in this dungeon was count the steps as my master would walk up and down whenever he chose to visit me. I knew him not, although my master, I had never seen his face, heard his voice or touched his hand. He would come to visit me in this dungeon from time to time, I would hear his quiet footsteps as he would approach the ****l door, and then was the loud ***eech as the door slowly opened, he would take one step into the dungeon and then close the door behind him leaving only enough space so that the door would not actually close and lock us both in. He would then slowly walk down towards me, as though he had all the time in the world. I no longer cried out to him, time had taught me that it was pointless, for I would never get a response. Once he was down he would stand just beyond my reach and look down at me as though making sure I was still there. Once he was satisfied, he would gradually turn around and at the same pace as every time, he would walk back up the stairs and leave me behind chain to this wall to live among the dead. On occasion, in such silence when my arm was to tired to break the silence by tapping the chain against the wall, the voices would return. The dark ones would revisit my weak mind to taunt and steal my thoughts to make sure my soul was chained as well as my body, to make sure that I would not have hope. All alone with my demons in this evil place, “who will set this captive free?” I would cry in the night.
Has it always been this way? No memory of the life I lead before, this place had taken me out of time, as though a different realm. It cant have always been this way.
I could hear the familiar footsteps approaching the door, only this time the footsteps were different. Taken off guard, I sat up from my despaired slouch, who could it be? My master never sent anyone else to check on me. What would this person want from me and why would he care to come see me? Anxiously I waited to see this person, I couldn’t maintain myself, anything that would break this routine of misery was welcome. The door finally begun to ***eech, finally he was opening the door, I didn’t know how to react so I just waited for him to come in and make his way down. As he walked into the dungeon, my thoughts had been confirmed, it wasn’t my master but still the question remained, who is this man? I didn’t even know if he was sent by my master. As he walked down the stairs towards me his white robe majestically fluttered from the breeze that came through the open door behind him. Gently he told me to rise. Eagerly I jumped to my feet, I could feel the blood flow through my feet again, my feet had forgotten the cold of the floor, the excitement in my body had brought me warmth. As I stood up, he had reached the final stair and told me to raise my arms “I have the keys” he said with a smile on his face. As tears gushed down my face, it cleansed the dirt from my face. “what of my master?” I asked in fear, I didn’t want to get excited over something that would not last. “Do not be afraid, I am your master now, and through me you will be free. You were blinded in the darkness of this dungeon, but I am the Light. You were far away but I will take you home, for I am the way. You lived among the dead, but now you will live through me, for I am the life”
I don’t know why he chose to save me, as he walked in and looked into my eyes, my dark ways I could not hide, yet he still looked on me with love, he still walked towards me to release me from my ways.