Dance with the Devil

When he awoke, he did so slowly. Pain and dizziness in his head did not aid the matter at all. It was dark, and when he tried to move - slowly, because of the pain dancing behind his skull - he realised he had little room to move. That struck him as terribly strange, and he opened his eyes a little wider. There were hints of light, found when he truly looked for them. Enough to spark a faint glow to his white coat. He parted his lips, finding his throat parched.

He started to feel around himself, his heartbeat picking up when he realised there was solidness all around him. His movements became more frantic, more desperate. He beat at the wolves that contained him. Ignoring the dizziness growing beneath his eyes. “Let me out!” He tried to roar, but the sound broke in his adolescent throat. “Release me!” he said, his cries growing less threatening, more desperate.


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