He lies in a clear glass box almost like an empty fish tank. His wrists and ankles are bolted down under sleek cylinders of some sort of metal he’s never felt before. His neck is under a ring of the same material, bolted down to the glass below him. As he adjusts to the extreme light from all around him and even underneath the glass case, he feels as though he is in an empty pinball machine.
He looks up to find three analogous shadows stirring back and forth above the chamber. He realizes that he is in the floor and they are walking around above him. He tilts his head to the side and sees more shadows below him on another floor. They are all looking at him, waiting for him to say something, but when he opens his mouth to speak all he can hear are the muffled words inside his head. His ears are bleeding from some sort of penetration.
He finds himself naked in the chamber and the distance between the top and bottom glass surfaces feel so much smaller. All around is light and the shadows that every now and then spare his eyes.
The chamber reminds him of a pinball machine because of an opening at his feet that curves downward and leads through the floor below him. On the other side of his left foot is another smaller gateway that extends straight and into the wall of light. This is normally where the ball would deploy, but instead of dropping off near his head, the passageway for the ball curves straight into his shins.
The shadows pace back and forth watching him anxiously. He can barely move under the strange binds and the blinding white light. All is quiet until he hears some sort of machine charging up. The sound oscillates from the pinball alley at his feet. The opening carries to sound into the chamber as it gets louder and louder and suddenly a shadow emerges from the white.
It seems to have been shot from a pressurized contraption for the speed it is traveling at. As the shadow passes through the light and closer to the chamber, its detail is revealed. The object is long and fat almost like a baguette. As it comes closer to the chamber, the object reveals a long, sharp bayonet coming for its head. Beyond the razor sharp blade is the head of what now appears to be a creature. Its face is comprised of a narrow opening, which appears to be its mouth. Along the body of the animal are small protruding barbs much like those on a cactus plant. At the end of the body is another sharp bayonet, but unlike the one at the head, it lays like a tail.
He struggles as the monster no longer than his thigh flies around the curve at the opening and into his legs. The sharp object at the head rips its way through his lower legs like a bullet through water. The chamber is instantly spattered in crimson and he begins to scream inside his head. He shakes around as the monster doubles back and shallows what remains of his feet whole. The slug-like thing circles back with little effort leaving on blood and scrap flesh below his knees. Then the worm makes its way up his legs and continues to feast without any obvious exertion of energy.
In a short matter of time the worm is swimming around in his torso as his heart stops beating and slips from out of his ribs. His remaining organs also slip out and sail down the river of blood that leads to the ball return. The shadows below swirl around as blood passes through the pipe before them. The shadows above kneel down and look him in the eyes.
With his last breath on of the shadow’s face splits open and fades away revealing his own face looking down on him.
Kevin wakes up cold and shivering. His bed sheets are wet with his sweat. His legs still kick in reaction of the dream.
