A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Memories of blue-chipped paint and silver metal entered her foggy, aching mind. Broken glass scattered on the ground, and tail lights no longer functioned. Rusty metal tracks and creaking old pipes dominated the area too while an old metal door lay cast aside from its original holding. Inside, it was pitch black, and it gave off an ominous aura. It was almost like she could witness the shadows rolling out from the cart and onto the ground towards her. In the background, a weak beam from a flashlight illuminated the surrounding area, but it didn't penetrate that darkness. A horrible chill slithered up her spine at the recollection.

From her lips, a light groan exited. Her head hurt worse than before, and it was from more than exhaustion. Ca ... (F/n) shivered at the thought of almost saying his name. Her tormentor had knocked her out a few moments after they had reached the abandoned subway train cart. It didn't surprise her that she had been thrown into unconsciousness so easily. She was incredibly weak, and her attention had been focused on the terrifying aspects of the cart before her; he had the upper hand completely.

Gaining her bearings, though, she looked around her and noted that the source of illumination in the area was from behind her. It reminded her of the dull light from the flashlight, and she presumed that it was the source of the light. When she attempted to move her hands, however, she felt resistance and glanced down to them. Each was tied up tight to metal bars with old electrical cables. Her ankles were in a similar position. She tried to loosen them, but they only pressed into her skin more, so she stopped her struggle for the moment.

Scanning over the rest of the area, she noted that she was on the bag rack above the cart's seating. It was a surprise that the rusty shelf was supporting her weight, but her focus didn't last on it long. Rather, her heart skipped a horrid beat when she heard light clicks on the ground before a low growling sound followed. That definitely wasn't her captor; it sounded like some sort of ... dog. Blood drained from her face, and she tried to stare downward. She managed a glance and saw grey dirty hairs before a swishing tail came into view.

Loudly, she gulped and stared upwards again. She could feel her heart rate increasing, and it didn't help that she couldn't view everything clearly. Up above her, though, there was writing in what she only could presume was blood. Whether it was the dog's or hers, she didn't know; she didn't feel any new injuries on her besides the likely bruise on the back of her head. Then again, she had so many cuts and bruises that it was hard to tell, and her growing adrenaline only was masking it more.

When her (e/c) optics focused on the text, she read Don't cry, shout or scream. You do this, and you receive a feast. Oh, and don't worry; it's not human. I wouldn't give my food to ignorant trash. Her stomach, much to her anger, grumbled at the thought of a large serving of food. Her portions now were laughable, and it was clear that she had lost weight while being in his hold.

Instantly, she jumped, however, when the animal below leaped up and tried to snap at her. She shut her eyes tight and tried to pull her limbs closer to her, but they were held tight by the bonds. The whole cart shook with the dog's action, and the shelf she was on rattled a bit. Her eyes widened, and her stomach curled into a dreadful knot as the light swung back and forth, creating an even worse atmosphere. Barking came next as well as snarling. It almost was as though she could hear the beast's saliva dripping onto the floor. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. How she wanted it to stop; how she wanted to cry from her helplessness.

Again, the dog jumped up and snapped. Its jaws closed shut around nothing, but bone hitting bone was terrifying to listen to. When the animal landed back on the metal floor, it began to pace as it thought of the best way to sink its teeth into the food above it. Its claws clicked against the metal like her tormentor's nails tapping against the walls. He was most likely nearby and watching the whole spectacle in amusement; he probably was saying to himself how much she deserved the current punishment. She didn't even know where he obtained the animal from and how he got it, but it was certainly vicious and starving.

It was all another game to him so that he could prove how lucky she had been before, so that he could demonstrate how ungrateful she had been to ... Ether. Maybe, Ether could've put her in a similar situation in the beginning, but after he had begun living with her and getting attached, she doubted that he would. Even during their game, he wouldn't have done this; he'd rather have her trapped with his own body. You'd rather have him above you than that animal below you.

A frown coated her lips, but it didn't last long since she almost screamed when the animal leaped higher and bashed into the wall just beneath the shelf. The metal rattled frighteningly, and the light shook even more. What was worse was that what she saw when the light briefly hit one corner of the shelf. One of the screws was beginning to come loose. Her tired eyes widened, and she desperately wished to reach over and tighten it, but her fingers only could wiggle in place and her toes curl.

Scared and frustrated, she leaned her head back against the metal and hoped that the animal couldn't reach the strands of (h/c) hair that were poking through the metal bars of the shelf. It did sound like her tormentor would enter the cart again after a time; he just desired to see how long she would last and if she would win the prize. So, she had to keep herself together until then. Either that or he was expecting her to escape her present predicament somehow, but he wouldn't let her die. No, he had told her countless times that he wouldn't. At least, that was the case until a significant number of years had passed. She hoped that ... In her mind, a shadow grinned, and she tried to shut it out, but it had its tendrils around her already.

Once more, the animal tried to get at her, but it missed; however, the screw became looser. She tried to curl up her body, but the restraints kept her flat against the metal. Her body was sweating a little bit even in the surrounding cold, and she figured that she might be able to slip her hands out of the wires if she waited long enough. Even now, she tried to wiggle her wrists free again, but they still were stuck.

She continued the action while her mind focused on other things besides the raging death below her. Her thoughts went to the pink clothing covering little of her body, which only made her more uncomfortable, especially since her tormentor knew her sizes like the back of his hand. (F/n) would've thought that extremely creepy, but her fear of the male was greater. Even his name, she couldn't speak anymore without the desire to tighten up into a ball and sob. Two months of his torture was more than enough, yet it continued; it never stopped. And, all of it was directed at the purpose of showing her how pathetic and disgusting she was.

Should she admit that she was being ignorant of the oddness of Ether's actions, she wondered if he would stop tormenting her, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't. He'd probably yell at her for taking so long to realize the truth or something along those lines; he'd find something new to insult her for. It never would end, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on for before her mind became polluted with thoughts of agreeing with everything her torturer told her.

Another leap into the air, though, caught her attention when she heard the metal creaking horrendously. She broke away from her thoughts and peered down the length of her body to her feet. There at the end was the head of what looked like a rabid wolf. Its eyes glowed menacingly in the poor lighting of the cart, and saliva dripped from its muzzle. The wolf's teeth were latched around the end metal bar and close to her feet.

Major panic began to creep into her bloodstream, and she tried to wiggle free of her restraints more. The shelf, however, couldn't support both of their weight, and the one screw popped out. It clanked to the metal floor and rolled around a bit before it stopped. Her ankles slipped down the shelf in the process, and she had to press her bottom into the metal bars so that she wouldn't slide completely down towards the wolf's mouth. She managed to grip onto the bars as well since her wrists turned slightly and permitted her fingers to hold onto the metal.

Crazily, her heart beat, and she now was sweating up a storm from pure terror. The wolf couldn't get her feet yet since it still gripped the metal, but the other screws would give way at any time, and they'd both crash to the floor. Unfortunately, she would be secured to the metal still unless it broke in the fall. As the other screws started to move out of their positions, she heard a chuckle and light footsteps. Recognizing the owner of the sounds, she didn't know whether to be more horrified or somewhat relieved since she knew that at least he wouldn't kill her.

Just as the shelf broke off, the wolf was ripped back and thrown into the wall. She collided with the ground and groaned. The wires around her wrists became loose enough during the fall that she was able to slip her hands out of the holds as she steadily sat up. He picked up the wolf as it snapped at him hungrily, and he grinned slightly before his very pale blue optics pinned themselves on her. "Congratulations, you earn a feast."

Before she could utter a word, crimson sprayed across the cart, and she covered her eyes immediately. Droplets of blood met her skin before something wet was tossed onto her lap. Gradually and shakily, she lowered her arms to find the wolf head staring right at her. Red dripped down her lap and soaked part of her clothes as her mind clicked into a nightmarish world.

Laura stared up at her with lifeless eyes, and her mouth began to move. No words came out of the deceased, but (f/n) screamed at the top of her lungs until her mind shut off. Her body collapsed against the floor as the head rolled off of her. Callest smirked at her unconscious form. "I never said that the feast would be cooked," he commented, chuckling, before he seated himself and admired the scene.