Creating A Monster

Voices whispered. "Maybe you thought that I was the type to shut up my mouth and do what you say." Wherever could you have gotten an idea like that? "Now you’re at the bottom, I’ve been dying to know captain, how you feel now your ship is sinking..." "Ship is sinking..." You've messed up now, haven't you? "You're sinking..." 
Freon opened his eyes, and then shut them again almost immediately. In the brief moments his eyes were open, his retinas had been viciously assaulted by a light he couldn't see. Freon tried open his eyes again, but just a crack this time. The world was still too bright to make out anything, but Freon's eyes were beginning to adjust. Freon lifted his arm to cover his face and in doing so tore through a leather strap that had been pinning the arm down. Perplexed, Freon lifted his other arm and broke through another restraint. Freon's eyes had fully adjusted to his environment now and he figured out 3 things. 1: He had been lying on a table at the center of a small stone room. There was a metal door directly in front of him and that was pretty much it. 2: Freon was wrapped from horns to tail in white bandages. Only his claws and eyes were exposed. 3: Freon had no clue where he was, or even who he was beyond the fact his name was Freon. Freon decided that the best course of action was to leave the room he was currently in. He got down from the table, tearing through three more restraints in the prosses. One around his chest and one around each leg. Whomever put Freon here didn't really want him moving about but hadn't really done a good job of it. Freon walked over to the metal door and grasped hold of the handle. He tugged at the door, and it tore at its hinges with a screech of metal on metal. Freon took a step or two back, holding the door, now removed from the frame. 4: Freon was very, very strong. Freon poked his head out of the room and looked around outside. Beyond the room was a hallway lit by little glass lights that stretched on as far as the eye could see in either direction. There were a few other metal doors scattered somewhat randomly thought the hall as well. Freon stepped out of his room and into the hallway. He picked a direction (directly to his right) and began walking. As Freon walked, he would occasionally see letters written in a golden color on the metal doors he passed. They weren't written in a language he could understand though. Freon considered trying to open one of the doors, it certainly wouldn't be difficult. One of them might be the way out. Out of what he wasn't exactly sure but still. He chose a door at random. It was one of the ones with lettering on it. Upon grabbing the handle Freon pulled the door off its hinges like he had done before. He leaned the door against the wall beside the doorway and stepped into the room. It was identical to his room in every way, accept there was still someone tied down to the table at the center of the room. Freon walked over to them. The dragon appeared to be a RainWing, but their scales were constantly shifting colors, and in combinations Freon didn't know was possible. They were also dead. The dragon's throat had been slashed. Since there wasn't anything he could do, Freon left the room and once again began to walk down the hallway. Periodically Freon would open more doors, each time to a room like the one he had been housed in. Often, they were empty. Of the times that there was someone inside, they were always dead. Twice Freon found rooms that had already been opened, and the restraints on the tables had been ripped open. He surmised that he wasn't alone in this maze of hallways.
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