Scream (1)

Warning this chapter contains scenes of torture, readers discretion is strongly advised

He woke up from his slumber with a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like a whore's heart; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage except that it didn't move.

Something was restraining his arms. His legs, too, were immobilized, as he noticed when he tried to get up. To get up... so he was lying prone.

He couldn't recollect how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was having launch at a local restaurant when he had suddenly collapsed.

The violent hum of electricity streaking through the air assaulted his battered head, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dripping echoed all around him, but it seemed to come from a single source.

A runny tap, or a leak in the roof.

How long had he been out cold? His lips were parched and hunger growled in his stomach. He cracked open his eyes to better perceive how deep in shit