Febuwhump - Day 19
Day 19 - Sleep Deprivation
TW: thoughts of death
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This is a continuation of Day 5 and Day 8! (Day 4 hasn't happened yet)
Laurence shifted his weight from one foot to another. How long has it been since I slept? he wondered miserably. He didn’t even remember how long it had been since he took Kimberly’s place. How long it had been since he had descended into this dungeon that was deeper than hell. Every waking hour (and sometimes every sleeping hour), Wayne would torment him.
The whipping and cuts from the first day were only the beginning - just as Wayne had said. Laurence had been forced underwater in ice baths, denied food for long periods of time, had boiling water splashed on him, been burned with chemicals, and chained in stress positions. Now Wayne had chained Laurence in an upright position and left him like that. At first it wasn't so bad, Laurence was relieved to be left alone for once. But, whenever he started to nod off, something would wake him. Maybe a loud noise would play, making Laurence jump out of his skin. Or water would pour on him, chilling him to the bone. Sometimes the chains would move up, forcing Laurence to stand on tiptoes just to try to keep the pressure off of his wrists.
So, I guess I’m not going to be allowed any sleep? Of course. That’s too much of a luxury to ask. Inwardly, Laurence rolled his eyes, but he had no strength to spare on the outside. It was as if a needle had been forced into the back of his head and white noise was injected into his skull, overtaking his brain. His limbs felt slow and unresponsive, like a robot that needed charging. Yet his skin felt more sensitive than ever before - the smallest drop of water could send icy chills up and down his spine. His thoughts were scattered like mice before a hungry cat. Even when he could form a coherent thought, it was like trying to walk through molasses. His eyes felt like they were weighted down by bags of sand.
I feel like I’m a dead body, and I’m buried under mountains of sand, Laurance groaned despairingly. I just want this to end. Yet Laurence knew what he had signed up for - he would be here until Wayne got bored, or he died.
I must escape... Laurance grasped at the thought, but it seemed so far away, and he was sinking deeper and deeper into an ocean with no bottom.
