Pierrot~

The second day didn't begin with the sun's brightness, but with the bitter taste of metal in my mouth. When I opened my eyes, reality hit me like a punch: I was no longer in the canvas corridors. I was lying on my back, my body stretched and tense, strapped to a cold iron bed that creaked with every desperate attempt at movement. I looked around and felt panic rise in my throat. My wrists and ankles were bound by thick leather straps. I was writhing, every nerve in my body twitching under the pressure of the restraints. The ceiling was a dark stain of leaks that seemed to form mocking faces, and the only sound was my shallow breathing and the clinking of metal objects being dragged. "Finally..." the voice came from a dark corner, drawn out and with the last vestiges of sanity fading. Pierrot emerged from the shadows smiling, "I have you all to myself... completely mine..."