We Will Break You

It was dark. She couldn't move. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw against the restraints, and a blindfold remained a little too tightly around her eyes. Every few seconds, a cold drop of water fell onto her forehead. She barely felt it, she had grown so used to it, but every little drop made her feel even more insane. Drip, drip, drip. It was an endless pattern. It would never change. Not ever, not ever. 

She could feel her mental state slipping like sand between her fingers. The seconds stretched to minutes. The minutes stretched to hours. The hours stretched to days, and on and on and on. They were stretched so far that they snapped, like a twisted and pulled taffy. The time broke. There was no time. There never was time.

She was gone, gone, gone.

Twice she found herself panting, more than that she found herself singing a lullaby under her breath. His puppet, her puppet. We're made of gold but still have strings, silver clothes, but no diamond rings, bathed in silk with no right to sing. Let me go, you wretched thing.

At least once after every broken hour she tried to claw at her eyes, trying to get out of the dark that consumed her. It took tiny bites, and each one was more and more painful. Screaming, crying, dying, dying, dying. 

She felt as if she was dying, but she felt so alive, with a fire burning inside of her but it was killing her, killing her, killing her. 

Until finally, it stopped. There was no water. There were no straps on her wrists, though she couldn't move. There was no broken time and fire and that damned lullaby echoed in her mind. Over and over and over again. But the darkness remained. She screamed at it to hurry up and eat her already, to cease the pain, but there was no scream, and her intestines still carpeted the void she was in.

Then there was light. White blinding light. She screamed at it to go away, and willed her mind to go back to the darkness. She got on her knees and sobbed while she begged. Don't let the light take me. Don't, don't don't! But the darkness was nowhere. There was no pain, there was nothing she recognized. Only the pound of her pulse at her fingertips, which rested against something cool and smooth. Each heartbeat pushed the blood to her fingers, pushing against the metal, and if anybody were to be under the metal, they would hear it like somebody hopping on one foot on the tiny table. The table was so big but so small and she barely recognized it as something physical and instead tried to push, push, push it away, away so maybe she could fall again. Fall, fall, fall and maybe her spine would shatter, and maybe that would be better than this numbing silence and the push of her blood at her fingertips.

The light dimmed, and a small sound filled the air, a voice. The world shattered.

A face appeared above. It looked down on her, smirking. Something glimmered in their eyes. Something bad.

"We will break you." They said. Their eyes turned soft before the head turned away.

She rolled her head weakly to the side. "But you have broken me. I am broken, broken beyond repair. Like time. Time is broken too. It was stretched and twisted like a taffy until it snapped, and it's gone." Her voice rose as she spoke. Tears poured from her eyes, and they stung her cheeks as they fell. 

"I kind of feel bad for you now." The person said, smiling. No, they were not a person. A person wouldn't be doing this to her. The thing in front of her was a monster. "I'm afraid that is what you will become. A monster. Not me."

Her heart skipped a beat. Her thoughts weren't safe. She wasn't safe. The human in her was slipping away.

"We have only begun to break you. You may be broken now, but when we're done, you will be shattered."

She closed her eyes. More tears dropped, creating a pool around her face. She was dying. No, she wouldn't die. She would be in a state worse than death. She would be shattered. She didn't want to shatter.

Let me go, you wretched thing.

Author's Note

I'd love it if you would review it. I tried to let the reader understand and feel what the character is feeling.