What did you find out, Eric!

Gazing around his room, Kevin couldn't sleep all through the night.

Standing up, he leapt to the shower to take his bath, as he walked, the footsteps were printed in blood.

His head was heavy and his eyes hazy as he managed to see and walk into the bathroom.

As his hands touched the white bathroom wall, his prints were etched with blood.

Touching his face, he could feel the bruises and welts that were now somewhat etched permanently on his face.

As he undonns his sweatshirt, his body gave out the most excruciating pain, as he dumped the cloth into his basket of dirty laundry, it was soaked up in the blood and sweat.

Turning on the shower, the cold water cascades down his body as if it sought not just to wash away the blood stains but the haunting echoes of the nightmarish reality.

The Icy tendrils of water slithered over the skin, a stark contrast to the searing ache that pulsed within him.

Each drop of water felt like a fleeting moment of reprieve, a temporary escape from the labyrin