darker_london | Nowhere to Run (Thomas)

Thomas tried to stay awake there, beside his sister, Abby, but her presence was so soothing and that and his blissfully full stomach pulled heavily at his eyelids. His mind swam through layers of fog, though it was a relaxing and peaceful feeling and he let himself drift there, feeling safe and warm here. He was all too aware that danger lay just on the other side of consciousness, but his painless drifting felt too good to deny himself. It was too hard to stay awake.

The veil of dreams opened up, ensconcing Thomas into his nightmares as if he was taking a trip to hell on a fluffy pink cloud. Thomas felt the warm comfort of his home and his bed leave him. Abby was no longer beside him. His back scraped against rough concrete where before there had been a mattress. Thomas groaned and he let his head fall to one side. There, sideways in his vision, he caught sight of Amaris' legs. His eyes travelled upwards until they rested on her face, taking in her dangerously black eyes.

"You were out for a while." She said bitterly.

Thomas nodded, though he refrained from telling her he had been psychoanalysed by a hallucination. Now that was crazy. "Would I were still out." Thomas' voice was full of regret.

"It doesn't work that way, Thomas."

Thomas shuddered. Thomas knew. He knew exactly how it worked. Amaris had her pleasure until Thomas' life was utterly wasted. From the corner of the room, Christina looked on, her face the picture of sympathy. Thomas could take no solace in it as he felt Amaris start in on him. He knew he would be shown no mercy here, and he gritted his teeth against the pain, biting back his screams. He was going to keep that satisfaction from her for as long as he could stand to.