Words are wings

All Rights Reserved ©

The cadge

The cell was floating above the ground, suspended within a magnetic field, it was well lit but cold, it bordered on freezing. The walls seemed paper thin, but i could tell they could withstand tremendous pressure, the were meant for a monster like me.

I sat chained on the white floor, many translucent tubes entered my body, each filled with a luminous blue florescent liquid injecting 'things' into me. Trying to stand my chains tighten. Walls closing in; i yanked a tube out of my arm, blood pooling on the floor, white gave way to red, i tried tugging on the others, i was weak from blood loss by the time i noticed another tube snake in from the ceiling; i screamed as it latched onto me, the pain was excruciating, silent tears fell as it injected something else into me, the tubes i had yanked out came alive, sinking their fangs into my skin again, i clung onto being awake as the firs tube sank deeper, i fell loosing my grip falling into another abyss.

The chill on my bare arms awoke me, my vision was fuzzy and out of focus; i tasted blood. I was lying in a pool of it. Twice as many tubes had fangs in my skin, trying to tame me, to make me docile; never again. I was paralyzed lying on the floor, vulnerable, alone; i closed my eyes. Hopeless.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.