<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100832.msg4397087#msg4397087">Quote from: Dependent on 20-03-2011, 07:27:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nikolai awoke; it seemed like half of his life had passed before him in what he could only say was an awful dream.  Half of it he wanted to forget, half he wanted to pretend never happened; all of it, though, made him shiver from head to hoe.  His mottled hair was still dirty and his skin was dry; irritated as opposed to being clean when he'd arrived.  Still, he couldn't have been here for a super long time, since he wasn't starving.  Eyes constricting rapidly to a starved few rays of light in the room, his first instinct was to rub his eyes.  Suddenly realizing he couldn't, he looked around in a frenzy; he was nude and bound to some crickety, old bed.  It reeked and groaned with each shake of his body.  Worse yet a chamber was placed over his face, and injected some sort of gas directly into his respiratory tract.  Breathing deep and batting his eyes, inhaling the gas, he rolled his eyes a sudden drowsiness coming upon him.  His body shivered; nude, and he jutted his back up against the bed to make as much noise as he could - his eyes had crusted blood around them, and his tongue was bitter gnaw from being bitten for so long; the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth vaguely.  "FUCK," he thought, "way more realistic than I thought.. oh my God.." a painful sensation became evident once again in his rear.. "you've GOT to be kidding me..." his thoughts were frenzied and his breathing escalated, but realizing that he was pretty hopeless, he took a moment to make a silent prayer.<br/><br/>After completing it, he shouted at the top of his lungs "IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?  HELP!!!!"  It was all he could manage - and even then it was faint; not having eaten for what did feel like a while, his mouth was dry and bitter.  Every movement ached his body from being bound - as if he were here for at least a day straight.  The thought made him cringe and he closed his eyes, heart pounding inside his thin chest.  "It's not real.. any .. of.. it."  He tried to reassure himself, whispering quietly.  A musk filled the room, as well as an eery dust that shrouded a lot of it in vision - he couldn't see very far, feel much of anything, talk, and was getting more and more drowsy by the minute with this apparatus on his face.  Shaking his head to reinstall a sense of awareness, he blinked fervently and wrinkled his nose, also doing his best to stretch his limbs - though all four were bound to this piece of junk bed.  He had to conserve energy for now, unsure of whether or not anyone was here or could hear him.  Reflecting on it, he considered bashing his back and head against the bed;<em> the old thing might break, maybe</em>?  A good secondary plan for sure, at least, he thought.<br/><br/>Yet another pain soon came back to him - some sort of sharp, insignificant wound but that kind of pain which really doesn't matter but it's so annoying it distracts you constantly.  It was in his antecubital space, and all he could muster was the thought "fuck."  The same type of pain radiated from his chest now; reaching his head up, he saw a distinct surgical cut in it.  "Well, it really couldn't get much worse," he joked, still trying to play this whole thing off as a terribly bad dream, remembering that before there were other people - lots.  And a mansion.  He couldn't have gotten so far away, <em>could</em> he?  The panic in him grew just thinking about it because, if he were right, the others could have been in danger or worse, too.  And if he was wrong, then he was stuck in the worst possible dream imaginable.  Another exertion of gas puffed in his face, making his eyes water a little bit.  "<strong>DAMMIT</strong>" he thought..<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The door to the room opened and a very young girl appeared. She seemed to be naked as well and with bites and scratches all over her body. Looking around she noticed Niko on the corner tied to a bed. She was blond, with beautiful blue eyes, her breasts were rather big for her age (she looked mostly 16 years old). She walked to the tank and looked over at it, she closed the valve moving air into his mouth and nose and took off the mask. She tried her best to get the restrains off but they were very well placed. It took awhile but she finally got the restrains out of one of his hands and rushed to her legs to do the same. Once she was free she helped him up and gently slapped her face to wake him up, "There there, are you okay?". She seemed not to be ashamed of being nude in front of him, the marks on her body seemed to had healed already. She looked around and saw a old closet filled with old rags and clothes, most of them were not even safe to put on, "Dammit....". She sighed looking at him and taking a deep breath, "Are you alone?".<br/><br/>(http://images.coveralia.com/autores/fotos/avril-lavigne19381.jpg)