Everything started the moment when suddenly, the whole world went black. Blacking out without a reason isn't scary, because you don't have the time to think about it. When you wake up in an unknown, empty room, that's not scary because of the place itself, but because you suddenly have that time. And that, that's something terrifying.

And that's what Levi was. Terrifyed. He had his legs and hands tied to a chair, the single piece of furniture. Maybe. It was very dark, so he wouldn't know, but surely didn't see anything else.

In the darkness, the boy shouted for help again and again, but couldn't anymore. His throat became so dry... How long would it take until someone came?

Anyone. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. To get it over with it - he thought.  What did they plan to do with him? And why? For a moment Levi thought he would beat them all up. He had some muscles, he was tall, also went to kick-box training for all those years. There's no way anyone could sell his organs or hurt him like that, that's just can't feel real. 

Maybe it has been a single day, or maybe, two or three. When the door opened, Levi wasn't thinking like that anymore. He thought he had been left there to die. And no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to tear the ropes. Oh, how he tried when he realised help won't come. With every last drop of his stregth. But he couldn't do anything, except feeling hopeless, and after a time, ashamed.  This had to be his own mistake somehow. He has been careless. This could have been prevented for sure. Now he couldn't move, forced to wait there like a puppet. 

So there sat the boy, fidgeting, feeling overbearing shame and anger, when the door suddenly opened with a creak, and in the doorframe, right in front of the strong light hurting his eyes, stood a huge, beefy, intimidating figure, in dark jeans, a black sweater, and a white wooden mask, which covered his face. A shiver run through Levi's spine. That was their first encounter.

The man didn't start to talk. He has been silent, like a ghost, only, much more real and much more frightening. Levi thought it would be good if someone came, it would be some assurance that's he's not left there to rot,  but it definitely wasn't, it was just terrifying. Did he come to kill?  

"Who are you? Go away!" - Levi said, alarmed, his voice trembling just a little bit, but a considerable bulge forming in his throat. He had been pissed at himself for wasting so much time, trying to be heard. No one heard him anyways, expect this man with a mask, of course. He definitely did. Maybe he will just kindly go away, and not hurt him. Fighting this man after not eating for days, while tied up, didn't seem such a good idea. Thought if it came to, that was his only idea which could lead to somewhere safer. 'Please, let him just leave.' Levi prayed. His luck has always been terrible. The masked man stepped inside the room.

"No! Don't come here! Go away!" Levi tried getting free again, but just as uselessly as before, wasting prescious energy he needed. It also didn't help that his much used voice wouldn't come out strong enough. The stranger didn't stop, and Levi started to panic even more, when the man reached him, grabbing hold of his chin without a word, forcing the boy to look straight at him. First he didn't want to, but than the man bended down and pulled something out of his boot. And that something had a sharp blade, glowing in the newly returned light.

It was a hunting knife. Levi froze. Is this the way he's going to die? he thought, and couldn't hold back the tears that started strolling down his face. There's no way he would just suddenly die like that. No way. Gutted with a knife in a dark, hidden room.

"Please, no." he would try, oh, he would try to ask. Maybe even beg. "Don't hurt me." He looked down at the floor, and waited, as his heart kept jumping wildly behind his ribs. "Please, just don't hurt me." his faint voice sounded kinda histeric. Was that really him talking?

The man than grabbed his chin again, and forced Levi to look at him again. The man wouldn't talk, but instead, he slowly lifted his forefinger to his mask, and as far as Levi knew, that was a signal to keep quiet.

Than the man walked over to a table, placed near the wall, which the boy didn't notice when it was dark.

There was nearly nothing on the table, except a bucket and a simple, dirty looking cup.

The man put down the hunting knife. Than he picked up the cup, filled it from the bucket, and let Levi drink, keeping it to the boys face. It was really nice, feeling his throat becoming a little less sore, and the extreme dehidration caused by not drinking for days, going away. Luckily, the man brought a second cup, too.

When Levi finished drinking, his captor left for the bucket again. Levi wasn't thirsty anymore, but the man wanted him to keep quiet, and the hunting knife was still too close to go against that, so it was better to just go along, and wait it out. He would drink hundreds of cups of water if that kept him alive.

The moment when the boy became really scared was when the man put the cup down, and picked up the huge, heavy bucket instead.

"Oh no... what, do you want to do with that?" he groaned, despite his decision not to break the silence. A moment later, Levi felt all the water from the bucket pouring down on him, making his blond hair, and all his clothes wet, cold, and uncomfortable.

"You were filthy." and with that, the masked man picked up his knife and left.

***

Later he came back with food, which Levi, for some reason, really didn't want to eat, despite being crazy hungry, but accepted out of fear. When the boy finished eating, he felt a big hand patting his head, like ha was a child, being praised for eating everything. That was really surprising and he flinched uncomfortably under the touch, thinking of what would have happened if he didn't eat. That the man didn't beat him up yet, didn't mean he wasn't capable of that.

But what did he want with him? Levi still didn't know. After long days of not sleeping, finally recieving foor and water, he snoozed off right there, in his chair, and slept, luckily, without any dreams at all. God knows they would have been dark.