[ My apologies if I have gotten something wrong, or incorrect.. Or even if this is too long. ; - ; ]
Something covering her.. it was moved.
She felt no longer warm.
Eyelids.
Milk.. Dreams of milk. Smooth and white.
Calamity in her environment.
She felt it.. Something constricting. Someone beside her.
Eyelids fluttered open. The light was confusing, dimming and brightening every so often.
It hurt the sensitivity of her sense of sight.
She made no other movement besides the darting of her gaze.
Slowly, as her sight took in what was in her line of vision, did she become aware of her body.
Feeling. Touch.
The sticky connection of her backside to the rules.
Body heat and sweat creating a stick.
She could feel her bare skin, nothing covering.
She was, naked.
Her chest rose and dropped, increasing in speed.
Lips slowly parted, a sharp intake of breath, to which she took in to call out. But someone interrupted.
• "Don't." •
His voice rang clear in the room she was laying in. Twisting her head to the right, her gaze fell upon a male figure crouched, back against the wall. He wore his usual attire. A plain black t-shirt, form fitting and bland. Like what she normally wore, upon his lower regions was lain a pair of large grey sweatpants. He wore no shoes at this time.
"Saku.." She muttered. With a cough, she strained to sit up, restricted somewhat as she noticed needles connected to tubes, alongside the length of her body, injecting possibly and perhaps receiving.
Her lips quivered. In a haste, she brought both hands up, and commenced removing the needles from her skin. Thin lines of blood rolled down the surface of her flesh, as of which grew goosebumps at the site.
Tempted for that taste.. Quickly shook out of it.
At first, she was quick about it. But something tinkered in her mind. Her right digits wrapped around a narrow and thin hold, slowly pulling out the short needle from her skin and what lay beneath.
The feel of the metal shard slipping out was extraordinary.
It was a releasing feeling. As if being free.
Her fingers trembled and dropped the object to the ground beside her bare thigh. Inhaling sharply, continued with the rest, ending completely about 16 seconds later.
Saku, at this time, was dead silent, just watching her, she felt.
Turning her head back to gaze at the male.
"What is going on? I cannot remember previous before my wake."
Saku responded, his voice a low gravely tone. More somber than most days he spoke with her.
• "I know no more than yourself, Via."
After speaking such, he went silent for a moment. She knew he had something more to tell.
• "You can.. Look around, and use what you can. Here." •
He stood up smoothly and lifted his head, indicating for her to follow suit. And she did. Rocking to her knees, rolled up and stood, spine lengthened out and upright, her gaze roving over every detail of the room.
• "What can you tell?" •
He questioned.
Via's gaze caught not many things standing out.. But, still, she narrated, adding along her assumptions.
"I was naked. Not tied up. And the needles. It gives me the idea that the person, or persons whom have chosen this are not wanting me to die off so fast. Which gives the thought of them playing a game. Survival? Or merely, sadistic intrigue. Are they playing cat and mouse? Tch. And the needles, I do not know what they put into me.. Nor how long I have been out. How could they have found me? They must be very well resourced to figure out my schedule and bring me here. As well as secretive tactics to remove me from wherever I was without being caught. Dammit.. They know what they are doing."
She muttered curses under her breath, spinning around, shoulder length darkened tresses tickling the sides of her face, neck and tops of her shoulders. The tip of her toe touched the side of a needle and bent over, swiping her hand, pushing all of them off to one side.
She would not wish to step on one.
Uprighting herself again, stepped to the shower head. She turned the handle, but no water came out.
"... That can't be.."
Looking at her feet, noticed a damp towel. She grabbed it and walked underneath the shower nozzle, grasping the edges of the weighted item, spinning the thick and damp cloth around its head, looping it in and out finally tucking it away, in-between layers, removing her hands an inch to see if it would stay. It did. A step or two taken back did she look at her handiwork.
"Just in case.." She muttered. "I am not taking any chances, Saku."
She was completely naked, and not having the towel to cover herself was irritating.
She debated mentally... And in the end, chose her body over possible survival.
Whipping the towel off, untangled and wrapped around her chest, letting it fall to the mid-sect of her thighs.
• "Really.." • He spoke sarcastically, clearly annoyed at this choice.
"Quiet. If I get out, I cannot walk out naked. And even if such is not possible, I don't want to die naked."
She graced a tinge of a smile at the thought.
This was innapropriate for this situation, but it was just like her to not take serious situations to heart.
It was a defense mechanism of hers.
And Saku's reaction was all the more reason to cause her grin to widen.
All in all, she was happy to have her "friend" beside her. Ever since she was young, as far as she could remember, Saku was there.
And in this plane, and at this time, he was only seen with her eyes.
She felt as though she could speak to him freely as she saw no shadows creeping, nor wandering eyes.
But, surely she was being watched.
She wanted to give no indication of this, so she forced herself to not look for surveillance.
That could be the end of it for her.
She might have been over thinking this, but it was no joke.
She could tell, by the blood..
The darkened and red liquid around her and on her.
She payed no mind to this.
She was not fearful of death.
Torture was on her mind.. And that is what she feared.
Not the pain necessarily, but the fact that she might have no choice.
Sure, she would get no choice in recovering torture or not.. It was just..
Anonymous. She wanted to see her foe. She wanted to see him or her or them..
She needed a reason why she was chosen for this. Chosen specifically, or chosen randomly.
She wanted something with meaning behind this all.
Not just some empty and pointless reason for kidnapping and the possibilities of torture and death.
That would be annoying, but she held an ounce of respect for whomever organized this. It would be almost pathetic.. Just entertainment.
She scoffed. She could not be honest with those assumptions till at least she heard their voice, or something from them.
And even then.. She leveled her eyes and glanced around once again.
"But.."
There, of course were numerous reasons why Via believed her to be taken from society, kidnapped, drugged and sent in here.
Her "crimes," people might say.
Vengeance.
Revenge, they would say.
{ People had their suspicions, but evidence only goes so far.. }
She did not do such things without purpose. Each person deserved what she had in store.
No death with her went unrecognized nor without reason.
Life is precious.
It deserves not to be taken unless of circumstance.
But now was not the time to delve into sentiment and shit like that.
Parting her lips, she exhaled.
Remarkably, she was rather calm.
Her body gave odd reactions.
Her heart was slightly elevated, her brow furrowed, skin heating up, fingertips itching and twitching..
Lips dry, so she had to continuously stick out her tongue to wet them so as to avoid cracks.
By this time, Saku had disappeared from her sight, silent and brooding in the confines of her mind.
She felt not one spark from him. And that terrified her.
She wondered if she was alone.. Where she was and if these walls were thick.
As for now, she would observe and watch.
"Well..." She spoke whilst simultaneously exhaling. "When shall the festivities start..?"
At saying such, bent to her knees and plucked up a few tubes with her right hand. With her left, clenched the needles in her palm, ignoring if they jabbed her.
A few inches past the link from tube to needle, did she lower her maw, chewing on the odd plastic tube material, breaking through each separate link, leaving 6 needles in her left palm, 4 of which had imbedded barely past her skin.
"Not much.." She exclaimed as she dropped the bitten off tubes, looking to the needles in her other hand.
"But, it'll do."
Her gaze twisted around, looking for and at the exit.
If she were to die, she would at least want to put up a show. What a.. Glorious way to die.
"Memorable and fantastic." She had no plans, but at least she had something going.. She was not going to simply sit around and wait for the show to start for her.
Oh'no.
She would be prepared.
