DauntlessGryffindor

With each passing day in this cage of darkness incarcerating your person, little pieces of your sanity drifted away little by little. Instead of fighting to escape, screaming until your throat numbed or crying until your eyes were dry, you slowly surrendered to the chains, clinging you to the frigid brick wall. You accepted the once annoying springs in your cot, intending your sensitive skin with their points. It was not that you particularly wished to. You were just too tired to resist anymore. Worst of all, you found yourself embracing the assistances of your captor. He very rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually cursing to himself

“Who are you? Please, tell me! Who are you!” Gripping the iron bars of the prison cell, Levi watched as you struggled against the metal cuffs, chaining you to the walls. The whitish film over your irises distorted due to the tears brimming in your eyes. Your skin was marred by faint scratches and bruises but nothing worth complaining about. You suffered much worse. Despite your blindness, you maneuvered through the streets of the underground with ease. You had to. What other choice did you have? You knew the darkness well. You embraced at as a part of your life and did what you could with it. Every now and then, you crossed path

You were used to the darkness. You lived in it. You even welcomed it as you knew not any other world. You manipulated yourself around perfectly. Your still functioning senses became a little more heightened as you depended on them to replace what you had lost. Truly, your childhood sickness, despite its triggering insecurities, despite the obvious that came with the inability to visually enjoy the beauties of the world, they could not hold you down. But, this blackness was different. The coldness from the metal cuff cut into the raw skin of your wrists. The moistness forming along the bricks caused the chills along your spine to increase. Th