Welcome, dear reader!
B.Z. has quite a tale for us here. This might be a short one, but this is gonna be quite a memorable one. Let’s see what he’s prepared for us!
It was past midnight.
The room was dark, cold and damp.
Matter of fact, it was bigger than a room. A creepy and vast chamber would be a fitter description of it. With one hell of a disorienting aura, it was enveloped in an eerie darkness that clung to the air like a suffocating shroud.
Rusty chains dangled from the ceiling, clinking as they collided with each other while swaying in the darkness. The only other sound was the distant drip of water from a nearby tap, echoing through the space.
The clinking of chains. The drips of water.
The clinking of chains. The drips of water.
The clinking of chains. The drips of water.
Then suddenly, a collective muffled groan of pain disrupted the haunting symphony.
Two young men, disheveled, weary, and chained to one corner of the chamber, stirred and looked around.
The creepiness of their surroundings immediately had them panicking. Where the hell were they? How did they get there?
Their eyes darted nervously in the dark, desperately trying to figure out where the hell they had just ended up. What prison had they just ended up in? Where was this?
The sounds of each person’s movement indicated to the other that they weren’t alone. Right away, they knew they were together. If they could look at each other, each of them would see the fear and terror in the other’s eyes.
They yanked at the chains binding them.
The chains kept them firmly in place.
They yanked harder.
No luck. They ceased immediately. Those chains were as firm as could be, and would not be letting go of them anytime soon. The rough metal biting into their wrists as they struggled was more than painful, anyways. They already had busted noses to deal with.
As to where they were, they had no idea, but this one thing they knew for sure: without some form of external or divine intervention, they were not getting out of there.
The air was thick with tension and fear as these two captives looked around, continuing to wonder what place this was, and how they had gotten there. The powerful stench of mildew hung in the stagnant atmosphere, not making it any easier to breathe. Not to mention the encompassing darkness that engulfed the vast space.
Suddenly, a flicker of light pierced the darkness, and the room was illuminated by the harsh glow of a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The two young men, grateful for some light, squinted as their eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden disappearance of darkness.
A door creaked open at the top of a narrow staircase, revealing a silhouette with a menacing presence.
Their hearts beat furiously against their chests as they saw that figure. As the figure slowly descended, the light revealed a man with a wicked disposition.
A handsome man with slick black hair, a near-perfect tan, and the wickedest moustache one would ever see. Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and shorts, his cold eyes gleamed with a malevolent joy, and a sinister smile played on his lips.
The two captives, now fully visible, were caught in the sinister gaze of their tormentor. They stared at each other, the terror apparent in each other’s pupils.
Taking his time, the man approached them slowly, each step echoing in the cold silence. He circled them like a vulture closing in on its prey, relishing the fear that emanated from the young men.
He stopped for a moment, silently observing them. They stared back at him with sorrow in their eyes, pleading for mercy.
An evil smirk crossed his lips. He let out a simple ‘Hm’, then slowly sauntered over to the other side of the dimly lit basement. The cold, damp floor beneath his boots creaked as he moved with deliberate steps.
The two young men watched him, trembling with fear as they wondered what he was going to do.
As he reached the far corner, he looked down at a large hose coiled on the ground. With that smirk still plastered on his face, he picked it up and traced its length to a large rusted pipe protruding from the damp wall.
That was the pipe from which the dripping sounds emanated.
Without uttering a word, he bent down and got to work, skillfully connecting the hose to the pipe, the metallic clinks echoing through the basement.
The two young men exchanged glances of dread. Their eyes widened as they observed the man’s ominous actions. The atmosphere grew tense, and the only sounds in the dungeon were the busy works of the strange man and the muffled groans of the captives.
With the hose now connected, the man stood up, nodding at the work done, then turned the rusty valve on the pipe.
As you would expect, a rush of water echoed through the hose. The once dormant hose now hissed and writhed and spat like a serpent awakened from its slumber by an enemy.
The captives had terror in their eyes as the man, holding the nozzle in his hand, advanced towards them, with that smirk still on his face. Pointing the hose downward as he approached them slowly, he eventually pointed it right at them.
If they thought that it was water with a normal temperature, the first spray of water that hit them disproved that. It wasn’t freezing cold water, either.
It was hot water. As hot as the water you’d get in a kettle once it boiled to the end.
It was like a scalding wave that slapped against them, the hot liquid searing their flesh. Agony contorted their faces as they tried to recoil from the blistering assault, their cries drowned out by the sound of rushing water. The basement, once silent, echoed with their tortured and silenced screams.
The strange man continued the assault, a cruel satisfaction etched across his face. The hot water soaked their clothes, making them cling to their skins like a relentless tormentor. Steam rose from their bodies, shrouding the basement in a surreal haze.
Stirring out of a state of unconsciousness to find yourself in this dungeon was bad enough. This… this was sheer cruelty, getting doused with water fit for boiling an egg.
For the next two minutes, the man continued his scalding onslaught, the cries of pain sounding like music to his ears. Once he deemed the punishment sufficient, the man abruptly turned away from them, aiming the hose downward as he walked back to the tap to turn it off. Once it was off, the chamber fell into a heavy silence.
Minus the pained whimpers of the young men, who writhed uncontrollably in their space, the agony blinding.
He looked at them as they spasmed and kicked about like fish out of their natural habitat.
That evil smirk remained plastered to his face.
Without a single word, he turned and made his way towards the staircase, leaving the basement behind. Still writhing in pain on the cold floor, the two young men watched his departure with dread-filled eyes.
He turned to them at the top of the staircase, flashed them a huge, creepy smile, then opened his mouth.
“I’ll be back.”
The door shut.
He flicked the light switch.
Darkness reigned once again.
Well, who the hell is this sicko? And why does he have these young men chained up? And how cruel!
