grUeBERfest 2012 - The choiceSubmitted by skrapmetal at 2012-10-05 18:22:11 EDT
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She did not remember anything from before waking up in this place, not even her name. She did not know when she woke up here, but she thought it must have been several days ago. She'd slept fitfully a couple times since then, getting hungrier and more filthy in the restraints that secured her head, wrists, ankles, and waist. She had not heard any sounds except those she made by first asking questions and later screaming, and by rattling the metal clips that held her in place. She had not seen anything except the single dim light bulb suspended seemingly very far above her.
Her guts were empty and her features shrunken and distorted from days without food or water. She'd stopped screaming some time back. In silence, she endured the pains of hunger and immobility, first wondering if, and now hoping that it would end. She began to drift away from consciousness.
A powerful spray of cold water struck the table on which she lay. It moved about over her rinsing away the foul, stinking concoction of her own waste in which she'd been kept. The shock of it woke her and renewed the fear that had begun to ebb with her coherency. As she started to scream the spray hit her face. It filled her mouth and she swallowed. She got three mouthfuls before the deluge stopped. She lay dripping and coughing, and the only other sound was that of water dripping from the table onto the floor.
She realized that the water had hit her as soon as she started to slip away. Someone must be watching her. With a rasping voice she said to whomever it was, "I need food. I need to eat." There was no response. She stared at the little light so far over her and shouted, "I need food!" The light got brighter momentarily, and she heard a whirring noise. Something cold and soft dropped into each of her immobile hands. Suddenly her hands were illuminated from somewhere and she could see that each held a piece of raw meat, still oozing blood.
From what sounded like everywhere around her a deep resonant voice said, "You may move one hand only. Choose." She blinked and cried, "What do you want?!"
She weakly tried to lift her right hand. It was still in the restraint but she could move it and the piece of meat she held. Thought the pain of moving joints so long held still was incredible, she managed to get the meat to her mouth and bite. It was both horrid and delicious. The agony of motion and the taste of the meat filled her awareness. She took the last bite of the bloody meal into her mouth and as she started to chew, her hand was slammed back into its place on the table. She swallowed the bit and screamed, "What do you want?! Who are you? What do you want?!" The lights shining on her hands were extinguished, and there was no reply.
The pain she'd felt at moving her arm was subsiding. After a while she tried to move her hand again. It was as locked in place as it had been before. She realized that the other piece of meat was still in her other hand. She tried to lift it, but it too was firmly secured. Her stomach rumbled with the thought of the food so close to her, but no matter how she struggled she could not move her hand to get at it. She closed her eyes and slept, and she dreamt of a feast table covered with blood.
She did not know how long it had been. Again she was filthy and on the edge of consciousness, ready to face death from starvation and dehydration. She thought that she'd be better off dying than remaining on the table anyway, and with that thought her eyes closed. Again she was immediately awaked by the deluge of cold water.
She swallowed some more water as she was hosed off. After it was over, she shouted "Who are you?! What do you want with me?!". Something dropped into each hand. It felt different this time. The light came on and she saw that each hand held a mouse. The mice were obviously breathing but otherwise they were still. Again the voice from all around said, "You may move one hand only. Choose."
Sobbing, she again chose her right hand and painfully brought the mouse to her face. She choked trying to swallow it whole, and in the end she had to bite it in half in order to eat it. Its small bones crunched as she chewed, but it was food.
Over and over the cycle repeated. Gradually she became aware that she wasn't as ravenously hungry between feedings and that the mice were both larger and more animated when they arrived. She thought for the first time in a long time of escape. If she could get stronger she might be able to do something about the restraints. This time she did not wait. She called for food. "I am hungry! I need food!"
When the light came on, she saw that this time it was not mice but guinea pigs that filled her hand. The voice said, "You may move one hand only or both hands. Choose."
"Both!" she screamed, and lifted both hands at the same time. Pain like burning needles shot through her left arm and shoulder, but she did not drop the rodent in either hand. She fed on one guinea pig and then the other. Afterward, her face and hands covered in blood and fur, her hands were drawn back into position.
Almost immediately she felt strength returning. She tried to move her hands. Did the bonds shift? A little? Yes! She tried again, harder. A little more movement. She decided to flex against the restraints and gain strength from her own captivity. Every few minutes, she'd push against one bond or another. Wrists, waist, head, ankles, one after the other.
She called for food regularly now and every time she did, she fed. Sometimes it was guinea pigs, other times it was rats, kittens, ferrets (she had to squeeze them to break their backs) or Chihuahuas. She got stronger by moving the restraints until she could lift her hands and feet enough to start bending her knees and elbows. More feeding, more strength.
The water woke her from sleep. The spray hit her in the face and she instinctively put her arms up to ward off the painful jet. After the water had stopped she realized that her arm restraints were loose. The one on her left hand was nearly off, and she could move enough to reach it with her right hand. Food dropped into each hand, and she didn't even bother to wait for the command or even look at what it was before she devoured both the little beasts. The voice from everywhere said, "You have made your choice."
She wasn't listening. In a matter of minutes she had her hands free and began working on her head restraint. It cost her some hair but she got it loose enough to slip off as well. She slowly sat up to work on the waist bond. Leaning over, she felt the rivulet of blood run past her eye. It dripped across her upper lip, salty and warm. Her blood tasted like animal blood, like food, and it made her hungry again.
She got the waist loop loose and slid beneath it. The ankle restraints did not take much to loosen, and then she was no longer bound to the table that had been her home for as long as she could remember. Still in the dark except for the small light above, she probed with a foot to find the floor. Her legs could barely support her slight weight but she walked slowly, arms out, to find the wall. Shortly she touched a rough cold surface and followed it along. Four corners, each wall about four paces wide, without any door that she had been able to find.
She sat down, feeling as though she had been defeated. She had escaped the table, only to be trapped in the room. Dejectedly she let her head fall against the wall. The wall gave off a hollow sound. She tapped it, and again it sounded hollow. Searching on the floor, she found a leg bone from one of her feedings. She bit the joint end off and used the sharp point to poke at the wall. It was softer than the bone, and a bit of rough material fell away. She continued scratching and digging with the animal's leg bone until the hole was big enough for a finger and her tool had worn away. Removing the bone, she saw a dim light through the hole.
It was another room like the one she was in. A stained table, animal remains on the floor. She found another leg bone and gradually made the hole in the wall larger. Eventually she could fit a hand in and was able to tear the material away, making the hole large enough to crawl through. She struggled to squeeze through the hole and finally made it into the brighter room. She stood up, adjusting to the light, and listened. She heard more than her own breathing and dripping water, and she realized that there was someone in the room. Then she saw it: A gaunt figure standing in the shadows in the room's corner. It moved toward her a few steps and stopped. She saw that it was another woman, thin and pale, naked and stained with blood, with claw-like fingernails and wild eyes. She realized that she must also appear this way. She turned to face the woman.
The voice that had been her only companion said, "One of you only will survive this feeding. Choose."
The women leapt towards each other.