Story Snippets

Story 1

       I am lying on a cold, damp surface. That's the first thing I register when I come to. The second, is my pounding head. I groan as the pain slowly becomes more intense. Rolling over, my cheek comes into contact with the ground and I frown, my eyes opening slightly.
       It's hard to see in the dim light, so I squint, trying to ignore my throbbing headache. I lift my head a few inches. I'm in a sort of cell, metal bars lining one side and mossy stone walls creating the rest, the air vaguely smelling of sulfur.
       I slowly attempt to get to my feet, my legs shaking as I try to steady myself using the wall to my right. I feel as though the world is swooping around me, a dizzying sense of nausea rushing over me. My stomach gives a lurch and I collapse back to the ground, retching onto the floor, bile burning my throat. Where am I? Why do I feel like I haven't eaten in days? Why am I injured- or, frankly, how the hell did I get injured? Where the hell am I?
       I hear footsteps from what seems to be in the hallway just beyond the metal bars and quickly wipe the vomit from my mouth. A dark figure steps in front of the bars, blocking some of the light. I squint up at the figure's face, but I can't make it out. My vision is blurry, and that's when I realize I have no clue where my glasses are.
       I still don't have a clue about where I am and what the hell happened. The person leans down to my level and reaches through the bars, tilting my chin upwards as if examining my face. My heart speeds up, beating faster. Their hands are rough and calloused, and in this moment, I am more scared than I have ever been in my entire life. I jerk away, only resulting in falling backwards, pain shooting through my whole body.
       A deep, menacing laugh rings through the cell, sending chills down my spine, goosebumps rising on the back of my neck.
       "I will enjoy watching you suffer."