Chapter 1: Fuck me!....

King Of The Forest

Chapter 1: fuck me…

Darkness everywhere....'Am I dreaming? Hmmm.....interesti...ahh FUCK!'

A throbbing headache assaults me as I try to think. ' As the headache intensifies a comedic thought pops up.... 'A..A truck?'

The headache continues as I begin getting accustomed to it and force myself to not focus on it.

'Anyway what's up with this dark lucid dream I'm having, wait, how am I feeling pain in a dream? Better yet, a lucid one cause I seem to know that I'm dreaming. Am I dreaming? I.. I don't remember going to sleep.'

'Let me try something.' " Let there be LIGHT" I chant...'nothing? Well maybe I just have to think about it. Okay...now!' Nothing happens even as I clench my butt and try again. 'Welp...might as well see if there might be something around.....here.' I take a step but something feels weird. I moved but I didn't *take a step*. I look down and 'where the fuck are my legs.' I pause to think and realise I can't see any part of my body and yet...I'm not freaking out. 'Well this is interesting...how'd I look down if...' right there it hits me. 'God no Where's my d**...'

A bright light envelopes the area just as I panic and with a sharp pang in my chest my eyes open.

*****

Ughh…I let out a groan as my eyes opened to another dark area but this time a dim yellow light that flickered from behind me let me see a black wall of bricks. 'I've never had a hangover but I'm sure it would feel like…wait.' I quickly reach down to my nether region to check on it and as my arm moves, a pain akin to dipping it in warm acid strikes and it doesn't stop there. As if unanimously agreed upon, my whole body erupts in pain I've never felt before. Unable to keep my hand up I try to lay it down as I struggle to keep from crying out. 'Why does everything hurt? Even breathing makes my ribs ache argh.' The pain continues as I feel myself laying on a cold hard surface with my face notably not painful, smushed on it. 'Wtf is going on' I complain.

The feeling of a deep dive in corrosive liquid persists and after some minutes of hourly agony I'm able to slightly tolerate it then identify the sources of pain as deep…deep cuts and bruises. 'Aughh'... A few jabs of pain later and I'm finally able to think and my first thought…

'Where the fuck am I?'.... I focus on what's in front of me and the black brick wall begins to have some details like what seems to be mold and flakes of a dried substance. 'Oh my god, what is that smell?' a stifled grunt comes out of me as I try to retch but my dry throat and empty stomach hinder anymore action. 'Smells like shit in here…and blood which is probably mine, Fuck.' I start looking around and something feels wrong, like I'm not seeing properly. I look to my left side which is the one I'm laying on, looking like a murder case and see the floor. 'okay….'

I look to my right and ' the fuck…..is that my nose? Why can't I see the other si.... ohh fuck me.' I'm missing an eye. A pathetic wheeze sounds and I can hear it reverberate around me . 'Okay don't panic,' my painful breathing intensifies 'maybe it's just covered up by something idk. Yeah that's probably it.' The first blink I'm consciously aware of just shits on my thoughts as I feel the air move into my right eye socket and a stinging pain afterwards. 'Fuck meee...'

A short while later. 'At least it's better than losing my precious' I try to comfort myself but it doesn't work as the thought of being in a strange dark place missing an organ doesn't do well for my feelings. 'Maybe the rest of the pain is internal cause it sure feels that way.'

My breathing slows down as I try to calm down and think more on what exactly is going on. A couple quiet breaths later I begin to try and analyse my situation 'Okay so I'm in a dark place, smells like shit, it sounds like I'm in a small room from the reverberations I heard, I'm missing an eye and possibly a few organs and everything hurts ; So I'm fucked. Okay. I was probably kidnapped but why. It's not like I'm….'

"Are you finally dead?"

A dry deep voice that comes out of nowhere scares the shit out of me and I immediately tense up which amplifies the pain I kept at the back of my head

.… 'the fuck was that.' I think, scared as shit. I hear the voice again, this time more clearly, this time behind me.

"I think he finally croaked Anna." The voice says and continues. "Well I guess I shouldn't be surprised given what that bitch did to him ey."

'Who the fuck is Anna? What bitch?? Who's this Irish sounding dude behind me? fuck! fuckity! fuck shit!!' My heart threatens to jump out of my chest but I dare not move. I continue to listen in hopes of understanding my situation…or maybe because of fear.

"Hmm…Anna," he calls out "Anna…." After a couple seconds which felt like eons for me the owner of the voice, a man, sighed.

"I guess I'm the only one left in this cursed prison," the man lamented "though I feel I'll be joining you soon my….nevermind"

'Wait a damn minute this man said prison!... tf am I doing in prison with another man and what I know now to be a dead body. Wtf….'

A few profanities later…

'So Anna is why it smells, I think, the dark wall I'm looking at is part of a prison cell and my prison mate thinks I'm dead… what the f**k is going on.' My thoughts continue along those lines until I decide to ask the other person in here with me.

"Hhhhh" a quiet breath replaces my words. 'He didn't even hear me… okay let me try again.' "H…." Just as I begin to speak, knocking sounds come from behind but they sound a bit far. A couple knocks later and I can tell they're footsteps coming closer but who would come here.

'Hmm.' I hear more sounds but closer. It's clothes rustling, so I assume the man behind me, my prison mate, is moving and it's quick, as if preparing himself. My imagination doing jumping jacks, I get scared fast. 'Shit what the fuck is going on bro.'

Knock…knock

...Moments later the knocks stop with the last one audible enough for me to know the one who made them is outside my cell. 'Fuck.' I start sweating and it hurts.

"5-5-6." A voice calls out, female but oozing authority yet no one answers.' I know Anna is dead so there's just me and the other dude. 5-5-6? Is that the cell number or an inmate number?'

"I can see you've made friends with that wall but don't make me come and take you myself…you know what happens." The female speaks again but this it's much scarier because to my knowledge I'm the one facing a wall and I definitely don't know what happens. 'This is gonna hurt.'

Fear of the unknown pushes me to ignore the pain. I decided to move and see what happened, but just as I was about to fall onto my back the man spoke.

"He's dead," the man reported.

I tense up again.

"W...What," replied the female, a bit surprised she continued, "Lies to protect your friend 5-5-5 but I know better."...

The man only chuckles but that seems to prove the statement he gave in the female's mind. "No that's not right," she says, " I only.."

"You f**ked him to death." the man announces, interrupting her as if to finish her sentence and after that…silence as loud as my heart in my chest filled the area…

'F**ked to death?? F**ked??...me?? I died from sex wait… I'm not dead but these wounds….'

"A shame; " Words that leave the female's mouth as I hear her turn and leave with knocks following.

'She actually thinks she fucked me to death and she doesn't care…and why do I have cuts and bruises…why are we f**king like this …oh my G…' My thoughts stop as I feel the floor rumble.