45A Hex Chapter 2
A lone boy sits staring at his window. If only he could go out. But he can't do that, can he? He has work to do.
Floating in-between several states of consciousness is a harrowing task. As hard as you may try, it seems like you can't think. You may even be aware of this state for a while, but the information will simply fade away, along with all your other thoughts.
The longer you stay in this plane, the longer your dreams are. If you happen to awaken, is a bright, glaring light better than your fantasy? Fantasy is so much more gentle. Can you really blame a person for not even trying to shake their phantasmagoric chains? Wait…these shackles aren't fake. They're real. Very real. Right?
It had been weeks they had spent here. Not together, of course. In separate cells, they were tied to the walls. Don't worry, they weren't afraid. No, they were only confused. It was so hard to focus. The cells were a bit chilly, empty, gray. The shackles weren't horrible, they were just there. The room was dimly lit by a light overheard. But it seemed the spell was wearing thin on some.
Liechtenstein stared at the wall. How long had she been here? All of her instincts made her want to struggle and scream, but she ignored the thoughts. Somehow, it seemed that would only lead to more trouble. Even though the cell was empty, it seemed as if she was being watched. Monitored. This why she resumed her act of confusion. If she was really being watched, they would want her to be subdued, right? Something told her she shouldn't be able to think, but she was. Everything was crystal-clear. It was a very slow event, to snap out of the trance. She felt more aware every second. There was a dull pain in her fingers that grew as she awoke. The tips of each fingers now felt as if there were needles in them.
She couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. There was something she couldn't recall. How had she gotten here again? She had gone to her summer home, and as she got out of the taxi, a hand clamped over her mouth and she fell. That was what she had accepted at first. But as the days passed, distrust grew over the story. Is that really what happened?
She wished she could do something. It felt as if leaving her to her own dull thoughts was the worst form of torture possible. She was wrong.
It had been about 17 days of being aware, when she had grown impatient. She was going to make a move, but nothing too reckless. She couldn't risk them getting angry at her. She was at her captor's disposal and mercy.
"He-hello? Is anyone there?" She spoke quietly, with a scared look on her face. Her voice was raspy, as she hadn't spoken since she got there. She wanted to appear as meek and sweet as possible. Lily deduced that this would allow the most mercy from her captors. There was no answer. About 2 hours passed, and a voice was heard.
"Hello. I am here." A monotone voice sounded. Lily shivered even though the voice wasn't particularly threatening.
"Can you tell me where I am, please?" Lily responded.
"You are in my home. Are enjoying your stay?" This wasn't getting her anywhere, but she couldn't do anything else but try to be a polite as possible.
"Well, I'm really scared and I just want t—" She was cut off by the voice.
"You are not enjoying your stay? Why?"
Lily still couldn't figure where the voice was coming from.
"How did I get here?"
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. NOW YOU HAVE TO ANSWER." Suddenly, there was pain. Searing pain tore through her bloodstream and she let out a choked screech. It was is every single cell in her body had been set on fire. "YOU ARE GOING TO ANSWER NOW." The pain stopped just stopped as suddenly as it came. Lily was still panting and tears dropped down her face. She genuinely thought she was going to die during those long, agonizing seconds.
"I….don't know. I guess I-" Lily was once again interrupted by the voice.
"I ASKED WHY."
"BECAUSE I CAN'T LEAVE" Lily shouted. She instantly regretted shouting back. No was sound for some time. "I'm…I'm sorry I yelled…Can you let me go?"
"NO." The pain returned. Yet again, the pain ravaged her insides, and her screams grew quieter and quieter as she lost consciousness.
While she was unconscious, she dreamt. In this dream, Lily was dancing. It seemed like a very happy dance, until she tripped. It seemed she had tripped on a fork. She picked up the fork, curious as to how a fork had gotten in the middle of such a beautiful field. As she made contact with the fork, it felt as though dancing was now the saddest thing in the world. How could something so jovial become so vial and disgusting? She didn't know why. It just was.
Lily woke in shock, now in a glaring white room. Being in such a clean or pure room made her feel dirty. She looked around, then looked at herself. She was no longer chained, though there were deep impressions on her wrists and ankles where she had been bound. Lily was dressed in a simplistic white dress. She tried to get up, but fell when she realized the weakness in her legs. This was better, but she was still trapped. How long would this "game" last? How would it end? Would she meet the end of her life here?
Lily tried to get up again. Her frail legs lifted her slowly. Because she was a country, she didn't need food or water to survive, but she could die from physical trauma.
"Excuse me. I have your friends to deal with." The voice told her with a deadly monotone.
Upon hearing the mysterious man's words Lily crumpled to the floor and her breath caught in her throat.
"...What?
Who is here? Please...please not...No...Bruder...God...No..." Lily whispered. "DON'T HURT HIM, PLEASE. DON'T HURT A-ANYONE!" She curled into a ball. She grabbed her hair with shaky hands. "Nonononono. This can't be happening. They can't have bruder. The man was just trying to mess with her. Yes, that's it. She was here alone.
No matter how many things she tried to console herself with the lies, she knew others were here too.
About 30 minutes later, when her sobs had stopped and her throat was raw, the voice returned.
"You love your brother, don't you?" Liechtenstein looked at the cruelly bright ceiling. She made no attempt to respond.
"DON'T YOU?" The pain returned again, so she tried to nod while her small body shook with fraying nerves. The pain stopped yet again.
"I thought so. Do you want him to live?" Lily nodded again, with as much energy as she could manage with her weak form.
"Then if you want him to survive, I have a task for you..."
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