A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop. Also usually, I wouldn't put a warning on this story since it's horror, so there naturally are going to be some horrid moments. However, this chapter and the two next week do have some very gross scenes in them. So if you're squeamish around vomit and decomposition, please read with caution.

Quietly, a groan parted from her lips, and a familiar dim light shone on her closed eyelids. She shifted a bit and winced in the process from her ankles and wrists being restrained. The feeling caused her eyes immediately to open as images of an abandoned subway cart and a rabid wolf entered her mind. Upon her doing so, though, the area went dark as if her being awake had been illusion, but her limbs remained tied down. It felt like it was the electrical cables again, but she couldn't tell in the engulfing shadows.

(F/n) couldn't call out to her tormentor since she refused to speak his name, and she had no idea what mood he was in. If it fell from her lips and he felt that she was undeserving of speaking it, she probably would receive a round of harsh beatings, which made her skin tingle from dread. So, she hung her head down and tried to discern where she was in the subway, but it was nearly silent all around her. Only the noise her breathing made touched her ears.

No doubt, she was strapped to a metal chair since she could feel its cold touch on her legs, arms and back. Somewhat, it numbed the pain of the bruises and cuts on her body, but she'd rather not be secured to it if she had a choice in the matter. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling, she attempted to stay calm. He had to be nearby unless the light really had been a trick of her mind; however, she tried not to focus on that too much.

Instead, her mind traveled to events of the last few days. Maybe, it had been more than that; she couldn't really say given the constant torture she endured in the abandoned tunnels. But, she remembered waking up back in her room after the incident with the wolf, and he had placed the head in her room. It just stared at her, and she remained in that room, with the exception of bathroom breaks, until he had knocked her out again. Or, perhaps, she had fallen asleep, and he had taken advantage of that to bind her; she couldn't say, and she'd rather not know. Her mind had experienced enough troubling memories for a lifetime.

Still, those days with the wolf's head had been awful. The smell of death constantly filled her room, and its lifeless eyes became Laura's so many times that she half-expected the head to grow glasses. As comical as that would sound outside of the situation, it disturbed her to no end since the glasses wouldn't have been made out of metal, plastic and glass. Rather, they would've been crafted from bone and flesh. And, the days had heightened in terribleness from the fact that she had to eat with it nearby.

Meals of almost expired, mushy apples and canned meat, dumped on a paper plate, that had began to taste delicious after months of nothing else and little to eat became vile as she couldn't get the taste of rot out of her mouth. It was as though she had bit into the apple only to kill a worm in the process. The meat seemed slimy and chewy from maggots even though both items had neither of those in them. As she forced herself to swallow since she needed the energy, laughter echoed throughout the old, dusty room. Dean and Haley were the source of it, and they constantly damaged her worth.

Her only break from those trials had been the bathroom, but she hadn't bathed since when she had received the new pale pink undergarments. And, he had watched everything, humiliating her more and more. Even though it had been so long with him, she never could ignore his revolted and constant stare. Those moments she wished to be away, but she then would be back with the head and hallucinations. Fortunately, he had given her more clean underwear from the same person he had taken the others from. Again, they were pale pink and made her think of ... Ether, and thoughts about him exploded in her head. Pushing them back into the shadows of her mind probably never would happen; they were too far out, and she didn't have the strength to fight back entirely anymore.

Right now, however, she had a break from the wolf's head and everything else that went with it. Unfortunately, that meant that another horrid surprise waited for her. Whether it was worse or not waited to be seen, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't be prepared for it. He always came up with new, sickening ideas.

A flicker of light caught her attention and pulled her from her thoughts. Her eyes squinted against it, but it switched off once more. It returned shortly after before it shut off again. The pattern continued, but she couldn't view the owner of the light even though she knew who it was. He had to be standing behind her since that was where the light was originating from, and he must've moved from his original spot without her noticing. That fact didn't surprise her since her ears never acclimated themselves to the species' light steps.

What she noted, though, was that the light always would return to one spot in front of her. Instead of focusing on the beam, her eyes traveled to where it was landing. At first, she only saw a silhouette lying on what seemed liked subway tracks. It made sense due to her chair rocking slightly when she shifted on it. The chair clearly wasn't stable, but her tormentor had either intended for that or simply didn't care.

The next time the light switched on, she spotted the dried crimson on the body, and she saw that the body had its back turned towards her. Her stomach tightened, and her ears finally picked up another noise besides her breathing and the now clicking switch: the sound of feasting. She gulped and was reminded of her canned meat. Blood-covered, pale worms probably feasted on the rotting flesh before her, and she could hear their movement across and inside their squishy hatching site.

All she wanted was to cover her ears and pretend that the noise wasn't penetrating her ears. It made her sick, and she almost vomited. (F/n) looked away as the light shut off again. That time, she heard the quiet footsteps. "If you're wondering, I didn't waste all of her. But, I did want to use her for more than just food." Practically, she leaped out of her chair, but the binds held her limbs down, and he kept the chair upright. A chuckle tickled her right earlobe. "The woman who supplied your clothes, she had a really good set of lungs. Best I've had in awhile. Her tongue was pretty satisfying too, and I usually don't prefer that part."

Shrugging, he pushed himself off of the chair and only steadied it right before it fell straight down with her on it. "But, I wanted to try something new." Another chuckle, this one scratchy, echoed throughout the area. "Just like today. I thought that I'd give you a new experience." (F/n) only grew more nauseated by the second. "What do you say, trash?"

No words left her, and he didn't speak again either. He began to tap presumably the flashlight against the palm of one of his hands. When he still didn't say anything, she hesitantly parted her lips. "I ..."

Instantly, he cut her off. "Rhetorical question!" he exclaimed, scowling. "I don't care what you have to say." His voice boomed in her ears, and his coppery-breath hit her nose. "Honestly," he pulled away a little bit, "you should be grateful to me. I left that head in your room so that you'd get used to the smell, so that this," his steps hit her ears, and she heard bone crack, "wouldn't overpower your senses. And, it worked."

An annoyed sigh drifted from him. "But, you don't appreciate it." She tensed. His eyes locked onto her. "Don't even try to think of an excuse. You can't save yourself out of this one." He flicked the flashlight on, and she saw him standing in front of the corpse. The light shut off again. "Ether froze his food and ate it out of sight from you, right?" Light illuminated the place once more, and she saw that he was peering over his right shoulder at her. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Figures." No doubt he was going to insult her. "You were such a spoiled brat. You couldn't even stand to be around him when he was having a fresh meal, yet you still fed him. It's a perfect representation of your denial." Grinning, he chuckled. "But, you won't be able to deny this."

Movement occurred in front of her, and it sounded less than ideal. If anything, it made her insides feel like jelly, which only caused her nausea to increase. The light flipped back on. Everything registered within a few seconds, and she couldn't control her stomach. Apple, chicken and bile all rose up her throat in a foul mixture. It spewed from her mouth and splattered all along the base of her chair and onto the body.

Recovering her breath, she tried to ignore the vile taste in her mouth, and that wasn't hard given what was before her eyes. The entire front of the woman had been ripped open and left to spill out onto the tracks, and some of the contents had caught onto the metal tracks. They acted as gruesome, putrid restraints. And, her mouth looked like a gaping cavern of decomposed meat.

(E/c) optics watched a maggot exit the woman's nose and worm its way into her mouth. (F/n) thought that she might expel more of her stomach contents, but nothing came out. "I'm surprised." He crossed his arms and raised a bored brow. "Ether didn't have a working freezer or fridge in the tunnels, did he?" She was in too much shock to answer. "He probably didn't. So, why are you reacting so strongly to this?" The male placed a foot on her left side and pressed down. The flesh sank in with a retched softness. "There would've bodies experiencing all levels of decomposition in there."

Stepping on her more, he caused the woman to appear as though she was nothing more than some demented sponge. (F/n) hung her head down and shook it. She couldn't stare at it any longer. "... Ple ..."

"Don't start begging. Or, I'll leave this body in your room next." Without hesitation, her head shot up, and she shook it. "Like you get a say in the matter." He rolled his eyes and dropped the flashlight on the platform above the tracks. "Anyway, I want to begin a game with you." The male walked over to her and tapped her on the head with his left index nail. She felt the skin break a little. "I need to see how much I've broken you. Or rather, I want to get you to stop denying things still." Her tormentor shrugged. "It might not be permanent, but I just want the satisfaction of hearing it once for right now. Later, it can be permanent." (F/n) couldn't control herself and gulped. "So, let's begin," he commented as a scratchy chuckle filled her ears.