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    Genesis: Chapter 5

            

    Shane shut her eyes at the blinding lights above her.  Her eyes burned from their brightness, and she turned her head toward the wall.  The drugs in her system were still working and eventually she fell into a dreamless sleep.

     

    She didnt know how long she had been shackled in this room.  The light still burned her eyes, she could barely open them, and when she did manage to pry them open she couldnt see anything but bright colors floating obstructing any view.  Time seemed to creep by, she would wake up and scream for help until exhaustion over took her.  Her body ached for sustenance, and her legs and arms felt uncomfortably numb, which actually aided her struggle against the chains.  She bucked against them and fought causing her wrist and ankles to bruise and bleed.  She desperately tried to calm her self down and control the situation, but the panic had over taken her.  Her lips were dry and cracked, the vomit laid dry and rotting on her shirt and the table, long ago it had turned to a dark black crusty substance.  God how long had she been here?  Hours, days, weeks, maybe a month, she didnt know everything blurred together.

     

    K returned four days later to check in on his toy.  He meant to come sooner, but his ***** off a boss had kept him distracted and busy.  Still he was looking forward to his long weekend, subconsciously he wished the boy had already died, he liked to play with the cold ones as well, and Shane wasnt playing the game properly.  But what was the fun in a corpse, when he never got to experience the warmth of the boy?  He quickly stripped his clothes off, flicked on the regular lights, and entered the small office.  Shane laid on the table, shackled as he had left him except instead of just vomit he laid in his own waste, sweat, and blood.  He sighed and checked the young boys pulsestill with me I see.  He chuckled and went to work cleaning up the room.  He removed the shackles and placed the frail kid in the floor, knowing that the kid would be too weak to cause any harm or damage, he noted the burned skin on Shanes body from the lights. 

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