Prisoner

A clanking sound awakens a young man slowly from a drugged sleep, he rouses slowly, feeling beneath his hand a rough oaken floor. He pushes himself up against the wall that he was lying next too, the air tastes stale and smells of mold, he realizes that there is a shackle around his wrist and that it is chained to a pipe coming from the floor and continuing into the ceiling. His eyes are still heavy, and his mind still cloudy, he rubs his eyes and wipes the saliva from the corner of his mouth. Then his eyes fly open wide, as if it all came to him at once, he looked down at his chained hand and stood up quickly, loosing his legs from under him he falls right back down to the ground. He props himself back into a sitting posistion against the wall and looks around, he is chained to the wall furthest from the door, there is a bucket close by, apparently for relieving himself in. There is a mirror on the wall to his left, an old mirror, covered in dust and its frame is tarnished silver. In the center of the room hanging from the ceiling there is a fan with one blade and a busted lightbulb, directly beneath it is a table with two chairs, both are out of reach. the window which was on the same wall as he was secured to appeared to be filled in with brick or cement. The entire room was covered in a thick blanket of dust, and he could easily see where he was dragged in and the foot prints that did the dragging. They were two sets, one was big, around size fourteen the young man thought, and the others were a seven or an eight maybe. The young man did not know why he was here, or why he was attached to this pipe from the floor, he started to fear that someone intended to cause him bodily harm and thought it best to try to figure a way out of this shackle. He examined it for several minutes, looking around he couldn't see anything that would help him free his hand. He thought about yelling and screaming, but thought better of it, he had no idea where he was and if any body who could help him would hear him. He thought he should try not to anger his kidnappers. He sat for a while, a couple hours he thought, when he heard foot steps near the door, he saw the shadow of shoes on the other side of the door. There are the sounds of locks unlocking and chainlocks being relased, finally the knob turns and the door opens ever so slowly revealing the silloutte of tall woman, the light from the hallway is bright and he can't make out any of the details, she pulls a pistol and aims " night, Night" she says, she fires. The young prisoner feels the impact and grabs at his chest where he feels a dart protruding from his left pectoral muscle. He looks down at the little blue dart that is making his body go limp and his eyes heavy, so heavy. He slips into another deep slumber for several hours.