From 1d9b7f7b8766308338a4b631304ba5fe0c21380a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: j3zibl Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2021 17:17:15 -0300 Subject: [PATCH] silk --- B1-Caligula/c1-naked.md | 52 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 51 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/B1-Caligula/c1-naked.md b/B1-Caligula/c1-naked.md index ecef1a0..55bba94 100644 --- a/B1-Caligula/c1-naked.md +++ b/B1-Caligula/c1-naked.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ # Chapter 1 # Naked and Alone -I woke up naked and alone in a cold dark prison cell. I had no memory of how I +41 I woke up naked and alone in a cold dark prison cell. I had no memory of how I got here. In fact as I thought about it I couldn't remember anything about anything. How cliche I thought, amnesia! I shivered and looked down at my body. Against all the odds I found myself in good health, clean, and uninjured. I ran @@ -14,3 +14,53 @@ association but nothing came. Or maybe I'm some sort of an outlaw. Who might have captured me I wondered, and placed me in this cell. I gingerly touched my face and discovered another cruel long gash extending from my forehead, crossing my left eye, cheek, and lips. + +Wow, I thought, it is a wonder I'm not blind in that eye, or maybe I am? I +closed my eye and gently touched the outside of my eyelid. It felt okay but how +can I tell? My cell was pitch black [[ed. you just looked at your own skin so +make up your mind]]. Perhaps I was totally blind, but I didn't think so. I had +it in my mind that being actually blind would somehow be different from total +darkness, but I couldn't remember where I got such an idea. About then another +idea came into my head. If I never see any light will I eventually lose my mind? +I felt like that was a thing. I started then to wonder whether worrying about +losing my mind could cause me to panic. I didn't feel panicked. I didn't even +feel as worried as I think a woman should feel upon finding herself naked and +alone in a dungeon cell. I only felt a kind of eager anticipation, almost +exhilaration. Weird. I'm pretty sure that's not how people are supposed to feel +in prisons or dungeons or ... oubliettes. Oh my god what a word. Oubliette. A +place where prisoners were thrown to be forgotten. Was I being starved? I had no +memory of ever having been fed in this place. Wait maybe the oubliette has made +me forget everything. I don't think that's what the word is supposed to mean but +then how can I trust anything. The notion of being left to die of thirst of +starvation should be really horrifying. Surely that idea should get my heart +racing and make me start to hyperventilate with anxiety or something. But no. I +put my hand on my neck to feel my pulse. Calm and relaxed. How smooth my throat +felt. No marks or scars. I wondered how I looked. Immediately an image appeared +of a woman, strong, lean, athletic. Beautiful but rough edged, skin that matched +the endless red sands of... of where? Where was I from? Where had I been? My +hair was closely shaved on each side but jutted out in thick red spiky locks all +over the top of my crown. + +Was that really me I was seeing in my minds eye? Well I hope so because if so I +am extremely hot. I wondered if I was getting my memories back. I reached up and +touched the sides of my head and the crown, close shaved and messy just as I +imagined. Is this proof my memories are returning? It didn't feel like that, if +anything it felt almost as though my hair hadn't existed until I thought about +it. As though my own imagination was leading the way. Dream! That's it this is +probably a dream. If I just wait I'll probably wake up now that I've identified +the situation. I waited. I did not wake up. Nothing happened. I couldn't decide +what was going on. It was hard to pin down why but none of this felt the way I +imagine recovering from memory loss should feel. But then what would I know +about recovering from amnesia would feel like? This entire train of thought was +rapidly going nowhere so I derailed it and returned to more scientific +questions. + +Like how do I even know I'm really in a dungeon. This took no time to to +confirm. I reached out with both arms to each side of me and immediately slammed +my right into a dry stone wall and found my left hand coming up against the icy +cold iron bars of a cell. "Hmph" I snorted half in pain, and half in fear that I +might have called these stupid bars into existence by imagining them. That would +be idiotic. Surely I could have the presence of mind have imagined myself waking +up beneath silk sheets on a luxurious palanquin begin carried towards a soothing +tropical oasis or riad. Or in a temple surrounded by devoted dancers... I took a +moment