The room is the blackest of black, or maybe I’m blind. I can feel something dripping down my wrists and off my fingertips. There is a tight rope that is twined around my waist, it’s attaching me to a rough wooden chair, and the splinters are digging into my spine. The rope is so tight, I can hardly breathe. I can feel the blood pulsating through my veins, up my neck and rushing to my face, into my eyes. There is no breeze, no air. I will suffocate here. I can move my lips, they are arid, split and swollen, no words can come out, I can’t scream. My forehead is damp, every now and then a bead of sweat will drip upon my lips, I savor it. My mouth tastes of bitter vile. I try to call out, but again no sound; only a stinging pain in my throat, as though a knife is slowly sawing its way out from the inside. As I breath each one of my ribs crack and grind against my lungs and skin. They are broken, it could be the worst agony ever to be felt, but I will not fall to its torture. I am not shaking, I’m not scared. I’m too weak to be scared, too drained. I know what is going to happen, and I’ll sit here in waiting for it. Praying for it. I can’t keep my eyes open, they are deluded with tears yet I am not crying. Something else drips upon my lips, it is not sweat this time but blood; from my eyes. The blood is thick; I can feel it swimming around in my mouth, on my tongue. It tastes like copper. I swallow it in an attempt to ease the pain in my throat, to lubricate it.

The smell of the room is dank; it smells of death, of misery and desolation. I can tell that no one would come out of this room the same person as they were coming in to it. This room takes a little piece of a person’s essence every moment one stays in it, I know this, its doing it to me. It is the ghoul that has possessed it. I sense it watching me, waiting for me; it lusts for my defeat, for my pain. I can feel it slowly taking away my values, my beliefs. If I were to die right now, I would not miss a thing, what I had to live for this room has taken. No one will mourn my death, maybe now I am the ghoul.

 I hear slow, steady footsteps. The sound echoes, it bounces off the walls; each sound like a gunshot in my ear. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the sound to stop, I still won’t scream. The footsteps are getting closer, my heart rate begins to quicken not out of fear but curiosity. Has the ghoul, the evil spirit that owns this room, taken a human form? It will not scare me. Nothing can hurt me now, for I am not here. The footsteps are close now, oh so close. They stop. I can feel its breathe upon my face. It is not dank like the room, but sweet. A perfume, its perfume, lingers into my nostrils. It is a soft smell, like a jasmine blossom. It is a woman. A finger touches my face, gently, she strokes my cheek bone. Her fingernails are tracing down the side of my neck, now across it. My breathing is becoming deeper. Her hand then rests upon my shoulder, it is cold against my skin. She tightens her icy fingers on the sleeve of my singlet. She screams, and tears it in one swipe, revealing my naked breast; as she did so her fingernails grazed across my chest, a new incise traced along my collar bone. I didn’t flinch. The other side of my singlet just hung there, until I felt her hand rest upon it. Again she tore it, making another incise. My breasts now completely exposed. I didn’t care, I am not here. A smirk spreads across my face, I could feel her getting frustrated, her breathe was hot now. She rested both hands on my shoulders, and wraps her legs around my waist. My ribs grinded against her bare thigh. I couldn’t tell, but perhaps she was naked. Her lips went to my neck, her tongue caress the sides of it, she starts to open her mouth wider, biting into my neck. I feel her canines going deeper and deeper into my skin, into the artery. The sound of her mauling at my flesh was repulsing, but I still didn’t flinch, or scream. She ripped with extreme force out a chunk of skin and spat it on the floor. The blood trickled down my nipples, it was warm, it seemed to flow down forever. She screamed again in dissatisfaction. She puts both her hands on my head, and holds both sides of my temple, grasping hard. It felt as though my skull would cave in.