The cold bit first.
Metal against skin, metal tight enough to bruise. Makun tried to move, but his wrists would not budge. His ankles were locked in place and something wrapped around his throat. It was not choking him or tightening around it. It was just there.
It felt like a reminder that breathing here was a privilege.
Darkness pressed against his eyes like physical weights. He could not see any shapes, or any shadows. It was just absolute darkness that swallowed sound itself.
Then he heard it.
Thud! "Makun, Makun"
GASP!
Makun sprung awake, gasping for air with sweat covering his body, from head to toe.
This same shit! Fuck! He cursed as he tried regaining control of his breathing. Then he looked up to look at Mark who stood just in front of him.
What is he doing here? He wondered.
He was having his usual nightmare when he heard his name being called. That pulled him out of the dream.
"Makun, Jorg sent me to pass a message." Mark said. "We need to head to the VEB."
