3 Days

A body lays on the floor, a dripping faucet fills the eerie atmosphere like a rhythmic death march. Drip, pause, drip, pause and the pattern continues. There is minimal light from the seams of a shuttered rectangle. Shadows don’t move, light refractions stay still, the concept of time is lost.

 

Yin wakes up with a silent shriek as she tries to breathe normally. Her vision is dark, often drifting in between blurry and being in focus. Her first reaction is to feel her surroundings; she retracts her hands immediately from the cold hard steel, she tries again. Feeling each bump of the iron solder till she reaches the rectangle. With minimal light she tries to make sense of her situation.  

 

She hears some murmurs, she hyperventilates, she hits the cold hard steel to make noise. Silence. The stitches tear apart as she screams in agony. Silence. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the thread hanging by the corner of her mouth, she closes her eyes in an attempt to rip it out. We feel her pain but we can’t hear it. She drops to her knees, wondering what and why; murmurs pick up in the background. She tries again, she takes a huge swing, her back is arched; this might make some noise. Her hands does not reach the surface.

 

Hands in mid-flight, her force is nullified as she is thrown to the opposite side of the cage that she is in. We hear a rib bone crack. Her head is forced back as more of her mouth stitches are torn apart, the threads pop like bubble wrap. Scratch marks appear on both sides of her neck, she has no control. Her eyes shift from left to right in agony, the exact same look of fear, she has caused countless times at the expense of her highly paid subordinates. Her head violently turns left and right, like an invisible slap before arched forward. She is losing consciousness and short of breath. The tension and strain on her neck as its pushed downward causes her all her stitches to break as she finally tilts her head up into a scream full of agony but silent.
She kneels down in a fetal position, hurriedly clearing everything that is blocking her airways. Thick liquid pours out in a sticky stream as she is suffocating and gasping for air.