He pressed his ear to the wall, straining for any hint of a sound. It had been a long time since he'd heard movement from the next room, but he'd recently heard screams.
He had no idea how long he'd been there; time moved slowly when you couldn't observe it. Another scream from the other side of the wall. Longer, more high-pitched, more tortured.
A mechanical grinding, the sound of crunching. He winced, only able to imagine what horrors were taking place.
He pressed his forehead against the cool stone, wondering just what the hell was inside Room 101.
Jason Mott about 5 years ago