Murmurmur?
Murmurmur!
"Where am I?" he asked himself, the first thing after regaining consciousness.
"It's so dark in here, I can't see anything," he thought, "and what are those sounds" wondering about the strange voices. He found himself in a dark place, shrouded in darkness and surrounded by unfamiliar voices.
"What is this place? I can't see a ray of light here, yet I feel strangely relieved," he pondered. "It's as if I've been yearning for a place like this, like I belong here. But at the same time, there's a burning anger within me." The comfort he felt was soon replaced by a burning sensation, leaving him puzzled and unable to understand.
"How did I end up in a place like that?"
A sense of disorientation washed over him, and he couldn't remember how he had gotten here.
"Calm down! Let's not panic, first, I should get out from here." He tried to move.
"What! Why can't I move?"
but his body wouldn't respond. Panic set in, and he struggled against the confines of his own flesh, desperate to break free. However, it was futile; he was trapped and powerless.
He attempted to recall one more time that if he could remember anything. Had it been a car accident? A fall from a great height? Yet, no matter how hard he tried, his memory remained blank, leaving him unable to even remember his own name.
"Wait... why can't I remember anything?" he wondered aloud. "Who am I? How did I end up here? How long have I been here? What was I doing before this? I don't know anything."
"Could I have been kidnapped and brought to an unknown place?" he questioned himself.
"And those voices I keep hearing, could they be kidnappers? Have I been taken prisoner by them?"
"Perhaps these are foreign kidnappers, speaking in a different language. Maybe I've been abducted by some international organization."
His thoughts raced wildly, contemplating various scenarios.
"Did I do something wrong? Is this some form of revenge?" he mused, attempting to remember any suspicious encounters or actions.
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Despite his efforts, nothing concrete surfaced in his memory.
"Will they beat me to a pulp? Break my limbs? Or could it be worse – will they take my life?"
Fear consumed his mind, as he envisioned his potential demise, although it was all mere imagination.
His thoughts spiraled even further: "Perhaps they're planning to sell me as a slave. I'll be subjected to menial tasks, dressed in a maid's uniform, cleaning, cooking, and maybe even worse – serving a man in his bed at night. Then left weeping, half-covered by a sheet..."
"Or is this a terrorist abduction? Will I become their bargaining chip, traded for their partners' freedom?" he speculated, exploring darker possibilities.
Fear gripped him as he contemplated the array of scenarios. Had he indeed been kidnapped? Was he held captive by a global criminal syndicate? The unsettling feeling persisted that he must have done something to find himself in this situation, yet he couldn't recall any reason.
Suddenly, distant voices murmured, straining his ears to decipher their words. Initially muffled and indistinct, the sounds gradually grew clearer. Still, he couldn't make out the meaning behind the words.
"Do you think we succeeded?" one voice inquired.
"I'm not sure," another replied. "All we can do is hope it worked."
The voices faded, leaving him alone in darkness once more.
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Each moment felt like an eternity as he continued to struggle against his immovable body.
"I can't believe my body won't budge," he thought, exasperated.
He exerted himself until he realized he was incapable of movement.
He mused further, "The reason I can't see isn't just due to the darkness. It's because I never had the ability to see in the first place."
As time went his consciousness wavered and became harder to remain conscious.
Suddenly, a loud bang and a scream shattered the silence, jolting him awake, more frightened than ever. The scream was followed by sounds of breaking glass and furniture. Fear and an unfamiliar anger surged within him.
Eventually, the noises subsided, leaving him once again in silence.
Frustration and anger built up as he realized his situation was becoming increasingly hopeless. Confusion over why anger, not fear, dominated him deepened, a feeling he couldn't shake.
Days turned into weeks, then months, the intermittent voices growing sporadic. Consciousness slipped away as time passed, leaving him isolated, trapped, and alone in an unfamiliar place.
A substantial period had now elapsed, making it increasingly difficult for him to remain conscious.
"It's as if I can't even think anymore, struggling to maintain consciousness," he noted.
The weight of his circumstance became overwhelming, and he questioned, "What have I done to deserve this?"
He slipped into unconsciousness, pondering the inception of his ordeal.
His words never reached his ears, as always.
Is this the end? What had he done to warrant this? Who was he? All remained unknown.
Questions swirled within him, his unanswered queries echoing.
Before consciousness slipped away, he struggled to remember his past one last time, but the memories remained elusive.
"I wonder where it all began," he mused to himself.
As always, his words went unheard.
In the midst of his fading consciousness, he managed to utter something in a barely audible voice, his anger and rage infused into the words.
"BUT I WON'T LET THEM GO"
YES! WE WON'T LET THEM GO, NO MATTER WHAT.
His previous words may not have reached his ears, but this time they reached him loudly and clearly. And then, he fell into a complete slumber. Soon, everything went black...