Void

It's here again.

There he is.

That man.

He stood in the only form of light, a narrow doorway, in this dark hellhole. His mask, sinister as ever, as he held a pill. His sacred creation. His eyes held a disgustingly crazed smile.

The darkness held me down no matter how much I thrashed about. His slow steps echoed in the dark void as his cold gloved hands grasped my face and forced the pill down my throat.

I felt like gagging as I felt the effects blurring my vision. Everything seemed to dance in this sticky darkness. The voices crept into my mind.

They never seemed to stop as I threw a fit trying to mute them.

The only thing that stayed the same was that man. His cold gaze pricked my crazed body. He seemed unsatisfied. He seemed to me saying something but I couldn't hear a damn thing. I felt myself slowly starting to black out, the last thing I saw being his shiny black shoes.