October 12, 1992
Steven was dazed and confused, lost in a haze. He sat between reality and beyond. Steven found himself in a room. Cold air engulfed him, as he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The concrete floor chilled his whole body. He tried to move, but he was unsuccessful in his attempts. He felt detached from his own conscious. He could look around, but he couldn't see anything other than a light yellow floor with red streaks. Blood?
(the haze)
Steven sat in panic for many minutes before he was able to move. Even after moving he was still partially blinded. He clenched his stomach with a closed hand and a warm liquid seeped through it. He pulled his hand up and was horrified to see a dark red liquid running down his arm. Steven was bleeding.
Steven tried to yell out but he found himself confined and helpless. There was no escape from the haze. Steven kept yelling out, frightened. Can anyone hear him, anyone? The haze began to reveal a distinct darkness.
(the haze)
Am I dead?
(the haze)
The haze was no more. Steven accepted his fate.
Steven got a few more glimpses of the bloody floor before he slipped back into darkness.
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Black and White
HorrorA sociopath with a troubled past imprisons four others and tortures them both mentally and physically. 18+ for strong language, gore, horror elements, and violence
