[ WP ] All you hear is a dripping noise .

the constant *drip, drip, drip* of a liquid that was too fetid to be just water brought the human to its senses. mildew? blood? the individual sniffled and attempted to move, but the ropes binding its extremities were laced tight. an unnerved glance around the dank, moonlit room revealed nothing but an iron door on one end and a sewage grate on the other, with barred gaps near the ceiling on either side. where am i? it thought. who am i? 
 
 there was a distant slam. it sounded much like a drum, the human pondered. it used to play drums. or was it the trombone? unsure, the person struggled yet again. movement was difficult. so was thinking. it was tired. it had been a long time since it felt okay... what is okay? when is now? distraught and becoming frantic, the individual thrashed about. and it toppled to the side, scraping its arms and face. it began to cry - why was this happening? who caused this? any answer for any question would be sufficient. though it felt as if that luxury would not be granted. 
 
 as if on cue, the partially rusted, deep grey passage to the murky room slowly screeched open. the individual craned its neck and a tall, robed figure joined its presence. the aperture behind this new body lazily came to a bang as it shut with no apparent force. the bound person's attention focused on the matte black robes, which seemed to drift across the concrete floor with an aura of an occult nature. there were no arms nor legs to be seen; the human could barely make out its face at its angle and lighting. 
 
 the mysterious entity calmly yet not soothingly lifted the chair and set it upright. it faced the other individual in the room. trembling, the latter tried to vocalize its inquiries - only to feel that it could not speak. the black frame cocked its head, and brought its hands up to the tied being's face. hands? the faint background light shone on the stump and three wrinkled flanges that were now uncomfortably close. 
 
 the immobile specimen blinked. suddenly a slew of deep red, writhing, tentacle-like appendages burst from the hooded one's wrists and embedded themselves into the human's eyes. no shaking nor stirring would help break free. 
 
 memories began to flood the room. like a powerful light illuminating a dark cave, a bicycle - a bout of laughter - dash of cinnamon - the taste of a stale tuna sandwich - holding hands with a beautiful, loving figure - and then nothingness. a shrill scream penetrated the eerie stillness as the robed creature tilted its head back and sighed a deep, deep breath of indulgence.
