Thomas was lying on the floor, still bound so tightly it hurt. His last dose of heroin had been hours ago now, and the tide of pain was ebbing in. He was sweating, despite the fact that his skin was freezing. In the midst of all of it though, he had had enough wits about him to lie on his side as much as he could. Not that there was anything in his stomach, nor had there been for days, but he could still vomit bile up and he really didn't want to choke on it and die.
When the door opened, Thomas assumed it was time for his next dose. He whimpered around the gag and tried to inch backwards, though he didn't get far at all. Then light flooded the room and he was fairly sure the demon had never turned the lights on. What was happening?
"THOMAS!" Lena screamed his name and rushed forward, bruising her knees as she fell to the ground beside him. He smelled like stale urine and Lena wondered if he had pissed himself from fear, or simply out of necessity. How long had be been tied up like that, with his at his sides and his body practically mummified in ropes. "Oh, Jesus, Thomas." She reached down to pull the gag out of his mouth first and he looked up at her, his eyes barely focused.