Drip Drip Drip Story Novels & Stories

Slave I’m still locked up in this dungeon. I’m starving, but I’m no longer thirsty. It rained last night. A small pipe funnels through the wall and collects raindrops. I held my hands cupped together under it to catch the water and sipped it from my hands.

I tried to focus on the drip bag. The clear liquid was slowly dripping into my arm. I wondered what it was doing to me. I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. I fought against it, but it was too strong. My eyes began to close and my body felt heavy. I tried to keep them open, but I couldn't. I felt myself falling into darkness. I was sinking into the darkness and I couldn't stop it I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. I

I slipped down to the floor and covered my ears as the voices got louder and more menacing. "Stop. Please stop!" I yelled, pressing harder against my ears as the voices grew unbearable. Then suddenly, everything went quiet. I waited for the voices to resume, to torture me like they always did. But nothing came. Except footsteps. The footsteps got closer. I squinted into the darkness, but everything had turned foggy. When I was certain the footsteps should have reached me, they stopped. Then I heard it. The slow drip of water directly in front of me.

The dungeon had its own language if I stayed still enough to hear it. A steady drip of water echoed from somewhere far away, slow and rhythmic: one, two, three, pause, repeat. If I ever lost the thread of time, I could count by the drops. To my left, boots scuffed the stone at intervals. The guard there dragged his foot slightly on the third step each time—an old injury, maybe, or just habit. To my right, another man cleared his throat every so often, a phlegmy sound that spoke of boredom. He cracked his knuckles between stretches of silence.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The steady sound of liquid striking stone is the first thing Maxine becomes aware of. The putrid smell of rotten flesh, wet earth, and mold is all around her. She opens her eyes, nothing. She blinks, still in darkness. ‘Have I gone blind or something?’ She sits up immediately. ‘Bad idea!’ Pain shoots through her skull so much she nearly cries out. The room, or rather the darkness, begins to spin, her stomach lurches, and everything goes black again.

ELIRA Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound is slow and steady, bleeding gently into my subconscious, but somehow still bearing enough power to make me wonder where its coming from. Slowly, I peel my eyes open, hating myself the moment bright lights steal through them and sends a searing pain straight through my brain. Where the hell am I?

He slammed the lever forward, sending the machine spinning again. Lily squealed with delight, her laughter piercing the air. However, for me, the world was dissolving into red agony. My lower abdomen felt like it was being put through a meat grinder. It felt like my uterus was physically tearing apart, a tidal wave of hot blood fighting to burst out of me. ... I did not know how long it lasted. It felt like an eternity before Lily finally decided she was bored.

Drip...Drip...I stood under a snatched roof, gentle drops of rain hitting the floor. The night air pricked my skin. I rubbed my arms for warmth and looked around to figure out where I was. A loud noise disrupted the silence and I jumped at the sudden noise. I listened again and realized it sounded very close. My feet started moving towards the direction of the sound. Slowly and unsure at first until my strides became steady...confident. The faster I walked, the louder the noise became.

Promise woke to the thin smell of rain drifting through the compound. The night’s storm had left puddles crouched in the street, glinting like shallow mirrors. The roof still dripped at its seams, tapping out a restless rhythm against the buckets they had dragged beneath the leaks. She sat up slowly, listening to the city stretch awake.

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.