Caged - 1
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A broken, small and almost muffled voice sang, "I am so happy..."
The figure coughed dryly and expelled a breath out. His entire body shook due to the coughing bout and then he stayed still for a while. He attempted to shift a little, but his broken arm protested.
He groaned and "I don't..." his quiet voice sang. "...have a dime...but I am so happy..."
Beneath him, a pool of blood had formed and he was lying on it. His worn out denim was soaked in the red colored liquid. He could feel the blood in his mouth and its appalling taste sickened his soul. The matted blood on his hair told the story of the numerous blows he had received.
He gulped and heaved a sigh.
He was feeling thirsty and he licked his lips desperately in a wish to keep them wet. As his tongue lined his battered lips, he could taste only his blood. He flinched and faltered for a moment and then ineptly licked the blood and accepted it inside his maw. As the blood made its way down his throat, it quenched his thirst, even if it was for a while.
Unconsciously, his tongue made its way out of his mouth and gently licked his lips again. He felt the weird taste of the blood explode in his mouth and kept imagining good food in his head.
His hands were tied with the help of some ropes. From time to time, he tried to tear open the knots, but the ropes had emerged to be stronger than the battered and injured person pitched against it. The harsh rope brushed against his skin and had left its revolting and aching marks around his wrists.
Somehow, he gathered his remaining power and tried to free himself. When the spikes like threads of the jute kissed his skin, he gave up and surrendered to his destiny.
A little mouse ran over his leg and he felt the creature's ugly claws on his anatomy. He jerked and moaned in repugnance. He was blindfolded and his ears guided him, telling him where the mouse was heading to. The mouse squeaked and out of pure abhorrence, he curled up himself.
He could hear the sickening crunch of his bones and he stopped mid-way. He waited for the pain to ease and his breathing grew shallow. He struggled to catch his breath and felt himself slip into unconsciousness yet again.
When he was about to lock himself in the world of nothingness, his stomach growled in protest. He had not eaten anything for the past three days and now, every minute was getting more and more difficult to survive.
He knew that there was something lying somewhere near him. He remembered that a box of some fruit was present in the room, quickly rotting along with him.
He struggled to find it and wondered how it felt to actually chew food between your teeth.
He felt his knee touch something and he felt his heart thudding more loudly. What was it? A dead mouse? A stone? Or finally the box of that coveted fruit? He felt the hardness of the box with the help of his knee and then he was thoroughly satisfied that it was indeed a box.
He stopped for a while and then slowly and steadily pushed it upwards towards his mouth. The box sailed its way across the uneven floor and it stopped when his knee could no longer go up. He started to move downwards and winced in pain when the hard, uneven floor rubbed against his skin.
But he didn't care. He was way too hungry to notice anything like that or to fell the pain either.
He caught the lid of the box with his teeth and flung it open violently.
As soon as the box opened, a sour and pungent smell filled the air around him. And in an instance he knew that the fruit has spoiled.
A tear escaped his weary eye and he lay motionless. He felt choked, defeated and hopeless. He sniffed and cried quietly with a fear in his heart that this may be his fate, his life till he met his end.
He felt dizzy and again felt unconsciousness cocoon him in its strong arms and he shook his head for his sheer stupidity. He was hungry and there was food lying in front of him and he was not eating it.
If he wanted to survive, he had to eat it. There were no other options.
Despite himself, he dug the box and his lips parted. Somehow, he could tell that there was not one fruit but a whole lot of strawberries placed in there.
He took one in his mouth and chewed. As the sour taste of the spoiled strawberry filled his mouth, tears escaped his eyes. He sobbed and lay there helplessly. The rest of the strawberries fell on the floor and dipped themselves in the blood looking redder than they ever did.
"I am happy....." he cried and his feeble sobs filled the room.
The figure coughed dryly and expelled a breath out. His entire body shook due to the coughing bout and then he stayed still for a while. He attempted to shift a little, but his broken arm protested.
He groaned and "I don't..." his quiet voice sang. "...have a dime...but I am so happy..."
Beneath him, a pool of blood had formed and he was lying on it. His worn out denim was soaked in the red colored liquid. He could feel the blood in his mouth and its appalling taste sickened his soul. The matted blood on his hair told the story of the numerous blows he had received.
He gulped and heaved a sigh.
He was feeling thirsty and he licked his lips desperately in a wish to keep them wet. As his tongue lined his battered lips, he could taste only his blood. He flinched and faltered for a moment and then ineptly licked the blood and accepted it inside his maw. As the blood made its way down his throat, it quenched his thirst, even if it was for a while.
Unconsciously, his tongue made its way out of his mouth and gently licked his lips again. He felt the weird taste of the blood explode in his mouth and kept imagining good food in his head.
His hands were tied with the help of some ropes. From time to time, he tried to tear open the knots, but the ropes had emerged to be stronger than the battered and injured person pitched against it. The harsh rope brushed against his skin and had left its revolting and aching marks around his wrists.
Somehow, he gathered his remaining power and tried to free himself. When the spikes like threads of the jute kissed his skin, he gave up and surrendered to his destiny.
A little mouse ran over his leg and he felt the creature's ugly claws on his anatomy. He jerked and moaned in repugnance. He was blindfolded and his ears guided him, telling him where the mouse was heading to. The mouse squeaked and out of pure abhorrence, he curled up himself.
He could hear the sickening crunch of his bones and he stopped mid-way. He waited for the pain to ease and his breathing grew shallow. He struggled to catch his breath and felt himself slip into unconsciousness yet again.
When he was about to lock himself in the world of nothingness, his stomach growled in protest. He had not eaten anything for the past three days and now, every minute was getting more and more difficult to survive.
He knew that there was something lying somewhere near him. He remembered that a box of some fruit was present in the room, quickly rotting along with him.
He struggled to find it and wondered how it felt to actually chew food between your teeth.
He felt his knee touch something and he felt his heart thudding more loudly. What was it? A dead mouse? A stone? Or finally the box of that coveted fruit? He felt the hardness of the box with the help of his knee and then he was thoroughly satisfied that it was indeed a box.
He stopped for a while and then slowly and steadily pushed it upwards towards his mouth. The box sailed its way across the uneven floor and it stopped when his knee could no longer go up. He started to move downwards and winced in pain when the hard, uneven floor rubbed against his skin.
But he didn't care. He was way too hungry to notice anything like that or to fell the pain either.
He caught the lid of the box with his teeth and flung it open violently.
As soon as the box opened, a sour and pungent smell filled the air around him. And in an instance he knew that the fruit has spoiled.
A tear escaped his weary eye and he lay motionless. He felt choked, defeated and hopeless. He sniffed and cried quietly with a fear in his heart that this may be his fate, his life till he met his end.
He felt dizzy and again felt unconsciousness cocoon him in its strong arms and he shook his head for his sheer stupidity. He was hungry and there was food lying in front of him and he was not eating it.
If he wanted to survive, he had to eat it. There were no other options.
Despite himself, he dug the box and his lips parted. Somehow, he could tell that there was not one fruit but a whole lot of strawberries placed in there.
He took one in his mouth and chewed. As the sour taste of the spoiled strawberry filled his mouth, tears escaped his eyes. He sobbed and lay there helplessly. The rest of the strawberries fell on the floor and dipped themselves in the blood looking redder than they ever did.
"I am happy....." he cried and his feeble sobs filled the room.
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