Bab 48: Subconscious Prison
KREEK.... SCREEK...
The sounds of rusted doors filled Miya's ears as she sat, unable to grasp the immediate change of setting. Around her were thick, stone walls, and directly before her were steel bars, the gaps between them too thin to slip through. Miya tried to move, but the chains popped as they locked in place, and she immediately understood; she was not going to escape.
She tried manipulating the area around her, but nothing changed; her imagination was useless. She began to panic, tugging at the chains until all strength left her body, but all it did was just that, drain her stamina.
In adjacent cells, she heard loud moans as the noise seemed to irritate them, anger them. She tried with all her might to calm down, but it was as if the madness was being forced onto her and she couldn't resist. Her fast, heavy breathing made her lightheaded within about a minute, and the dark room nulled her senses, giving her yet another source of anxiety.
"Help!"
Once again, Miya tugged at the chains, but she stopped just as quickly, a sly voice shutting her up instantly.
"Shut the fuck up!!!"
The name, "Nyssa", echoed throughout the dim chamber, and soft steps approached Miya's cell, the inconsistency of the steps apparent. The source audibly hit the walls, over and over again, and a faint scratching noise could be heard, irritating Miya to nigh-insanity.
Finally, the source stopped itself in front of Miya's cell, a jingling sound tossing itself around their hand.
"Fuck!"
She sounded as if whining, pleading for the voice to stop, but it continued, pestering her further. The voice was familiar to Miya, but through the agony she endured, her brain began to ignore all other stimuli. The cell's gate opened with a screech before slamming against the wall, it's sound reverberating throughout the chamber.
Nyssa nearly fell forward through the door, and as she caught herself, she slandered Miya, berating her to no end.
"You fucking bitch! You did this! It won't stop-- fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck you, you whore! Fuck--you!!!"
She stomped on Miya's foot, digging her heels into her leg as Miya writhed in pain, the crying of the chains accompanying her screams of pain. One after another, fists flew at Miya until her face was left bloodied and her screams ceased. She gagged Miya with her fist, shoving it down her throat as tears stuck to her skin, only fueling Nyssa's blind rage.
She stopped for a moment, reaching her arm to her side. A metal rod appeared from thin air, and she gripped it tightly, her muscles tensing from the strain.
"I'll teach you to fuck with me... My head-- shit... You see what I mean?! None of this would've happened if you would've just saved me! Save me! Save her!"
Miya continued to cry as Nyssa sighed, pulling her hair behind her face. She smiled, slowly starting to enjoy the feeling, the sight of seeing Miya's mangled face. The light of Miya's eyes had lost their luster, and only a dim navy shone from her nearly closed eyes. She silently struggled to keep them open, but they fell and nothing seemed able to stop this descent.
'I can't... let this continue... My eyes; they're going to close, and when they do, it's over..."
Miya breathed slowly, her wits slowly returning to her. Gradually, her eyes began to open, and as soon as they did, Nyssa vanished, the door still wide open. The chains she'd tried so desperately to be free from vanished, and the blood and tears she'd shed were gone. Still, she found it hard to move.
The shock from the event carried itself through her muscles, making her immobile, paralyzed all over. It felt too real for her physical form to recover, although her mind understood the event to be a product of Nyssa's corrupted mind-scape. Bit-by-bit, Miya pulled herself off of the wall, limping out of the cell. She fell against the wall before her, her legs giving out from under her. She dragged herself across the wall and toward a lone staircase, to the right of her cell.
"Miya!"
Footsteps approached quickly from behind her, but Miya was too weak to react. A soft hand pressed itself against her shoulder before sliding to her back, a head dipping under her arm. It was Jesse, and the sight of her gave Miya instant relief. She hoisted Miya up before another head dipped under the opposite shoulder, another familiar face presenting itself.
"What the hell is this place?!"
Tori's eyes frantically darted across the room, and Jesse interjected, her laughing echoing throughout the corridor.
"The hell happened to you, sweetheart? You don't look so good."
Jesse looked upon Miya's horrible expression. The underparts of her eyes were stained red, and they dragged, unable to lock onto objects. Despite the physical effects of the beating being admonished, the mental effects took their toll, slowly eating away at her mind and body.
"I-I'm fine..."
"...Don't lie..."
Miya was startled.
"We're a team, so we look after each other. Am I right, Tori."
Determination suddenly returned to Tori.
"I couldn't have said it better myself. Lets explore this place. It's creeping me the fuck out."
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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