Caged without Consent

Caged without Consent

There’s light, shining through my eyelids, forcing me awake. I open my eyes, unbearable at first, but they slowly adjust, bringing on a headache.The first thing I notice is that I’m in a cage, one far too small for someone my size, which is odd as I don’t feel cramped nor am I comfortable. I’ve been in this cage a long time. Looking up, the second thing I notice is I’ve got a long, white cylindrical object protruding out of my head, I’m not sure what that is for. A defensive weapon maybe?

There’s a sound some ways away, clop-clop, clop-clop. I look up, it seems I’m at the end of some stone corridor. The clopping draws closer, I feel it is about to turn the corner. It must be the thing that turned on the lights which drew me from my sleep. The first thing I see is a blue snout poking out of a dark helmet large green eyes locking onto mine. Another thing I notice is that it has a blue object protruding from its head similar to mine, yet it seems shorter and is surrounded in a green glow. The next second it’s rounded the corner, the rest of it is covered in more armor and there’s two things floating next to him covered in the same translucent green glow. It stops in front of me. We look into each others eyes, me studying him, him, judging me. And then it speaks.

“We’re waiting you know, for your will to break, and it will, no matter how long it takes.”

I look at him with a questioning glance, and his glare hardens. We sit like this for a while. He makes what seems like an exasperated sigh, and places the two objects he had hovering behind him down. One is a small loaf of bread, while the other, a bowl of water. He turns around and begins clop-clopping away. Pausing and looking back, he opens his mouth again.

“At least you’re not the one that has to tell his children that they’ll starve.”

He leaves me with those words making me wonder what they meant. In the mean time I return my attention back towards the food he left me on the floor. If his children are to starve, then why am I to eat? That’s when a red color at the edge of my vision draws my focus. It’s a dark red pool just off to the side. Something drips into it, I look up hoping to find the source, yet fail to see anything. Looking back down in time to catch another drip, I realize it’s coming from my head. That must be the source of my headache. With the inability to do anything about it I look back towards the food and begin to eat it. The bread is stale and the water tastes funny, nothing I shouldn’t have expected.

The blue thing that gave me food must’ve turned out the light, as I am plunged into darkness. Taking this as a sign to return to the sweet embrace of sleep, I comply.