Room
The Black FearChapter 19
Room
"The smell is an emanation mainly trasmitted by the air, it is perceived by the apparatus of humans and animals in general, which can act as a stimulus, consciously or unconsciously, to recall memories, emotions, needs or requirements."
Before I open my eyes, I let that the oxygen was going to fill my nasal cavities,
thus having the ability to perceive the smell of the atmosphere in which I was.
When I breathe very slowly, I was able to savor that aroma.
Fresh, woody and slightly chemical.
I could not guess which object came from,
but I could feel from which direction arrived.
The cooling sensation flooded my shoulders,
The woody fragrance started from the ground
That chemistry, however, seemed to come from an area further away,
although covering other odors
Strong and pungent
Overly acidic for my sensitive nostrils
Of course, that did nothing to diminish the desire to open the eyes tired and heavy,
because of that substance injected into the circulation blood type
At those words, I felt a shiver along the spine
I remembered that moment.
I had a lump in my throat, thinking back to his touch warm and enveloping
A pleasant sensation, until that needle did not go beyond the surface of my skin
"NO!"
Suddenly I screamed, starting to shake
My body stiffened, trying to keep the soul of ice
I had no intention of giving it back in my memory,
returning to be in a phase of total stunning
No.
I preferred open my eyes and be face to face with the reality
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A wave of curiosity bathed my face with great care,
finally showing me those three scents:
The whole was enclosed in a single word.
Room.
At least I knew what it was
"Mmm.. Lucky you"
I spoke with a faint voice, showing a grin hardly encouraging.
Later, I began to examine it, dwelling on every detail.
The floor was mainly composed of a Parquet Oak oxidized by golden hue,
though because the lighting tending to orange / reddish,
transmitted tints of light brown in the deepest area of the room and intense red in the outer part.
The walls around me, however, seemed considerably older.
Indeed, in many respects, had several cracks deep enough,
that caused repeated flaking plaster light gray and a steady collapse of the structure
This continued up to the ceiling, covering it with darker spots in the corners and more clear in the middle, where you could see a great classic chandelier,
which did not produce a large amount of light.
Quite the contrary, it was almost useless.
Useless, just like the table at the side of the room,
laden with rotten fruit and raw meat, still covered in blood
But one of the many aspects that made me worry about were the objects surrounding the food.
Handcuffs, metal knives of various sizes, syringes, even an ax and pliers texture quite durable and sophisticated.
All items from the pointed shape, the view that only donated a feeling sharp and very disturbing.
They were sterilized by a liquid substance, which assiduously pinched nostrils,
causing intense acidity area starting from the outermost to the innermost.
But it was nothing compared with what was hanging from the ceiling by ropes to a black color, very resistant, suitable for the weight that they had to endure.
It was of human body parts sectioned,
Hands, legs and arms of different people.
I still could not believe they were real
Was it possible that this is the only time I was beginning to realize that the situation was getting worse?
But most of all, be aware of in this manner so cruel and disgusting, that I was not the only one to be entered into that cave?
Those questions caused me severe anxiety, i almost began to choke the breath.
I knew it would not be easy to face even this "fear",
since it was the first to show me the true reality.
Not that I was trying to guess, but one that was hiding under a mask.
I was totally available to understand what was the reason why I was in that place, so I wanted to investigate the matter with those that I had been trapped in that disgusting bloody room.
But the problem was that it did not know them at all, which is why I wanted to try to find an escape route, rather than meet a murder.
So, I began to turn my gaze to my body, making sure my posture:
I had skinned knees adjacent to the ground,
My head, however, was directed towards the floor, hanging and free of movements,
for the simple reason that my hands were locked from the ancient iron manacles,
that covered the entire wrist, managing to squeeze for good.
They were fixed to the soil, thanks to a long chain, formed by rings from the important thickness.
It was a very durable material and difficult to remove,
given that the tools were fashioned more robust and tough.
To which escape was not a easy.
It had proved impossible, since the hope of finding the key was poor.
I had to think about what I should do.
If you could not find the key, I had to do it in another way.
I was not told to win. I tried to find a solution.
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