Sins Loom: The Unwilling Weaver

Elijah woke up confused, no longer feeling the comfort of the plush bed he slept in, nor the soft pillow under his head. Instead, he felt the cold roughness of the concrete floor beneath him. Where am I? Looking around, he failed to see anything as the room was too dark. Did I sleepwalk? No... I don’t remember having a room like this. Becoming more alert, he stood up, shaking off the remnants of his sleep. He looked around, stepping forward slightly to prepare himself for any danger.

Ow! The room suddenly lit up. The bright lights blinded Elijah. He stumbled forward, his eyes slowly adjusting to the lighting. As his vision went back to normal, he saw a sharp needle dangling just in front of his eye, one step further and it would have pierced straight through. Breaking into a cold sweat, he stepped back, pressing himself against the wall.

He saw the room clearly now, a series of hanging wires attached to needles, and a floor covered in a layer of needles. In some of them, he saw a dark brown liquid. Is that heroin? Looks like the type we sell. What the fuck is going on?

“Good morning, Elijah. Life has been very tough on you. As a young boy you struggled to provide for your family, taking up the role that your absent father left behind. As you grew older, the amount of money you could make increased, but so did the costs of taking care of your sick and dying mother. Eventually you came across an offer you couldn’t refuse. Blinded by the wealth you made from transporting drugs, you pushed yourself deeper into this new lifestyle, enjoying the luxury and wealth. You ignored the damage that you were causing to other people’s lives. Now it is your turn to see what it’s like on the other end of the needle. All you have to do is cross this room. Don’t worry, the door is unlocked. As long as you make it through, you will be safe to leave. But watch your step. Good luck, Elijah.”

What kind of twisted shit is this? “I don’t know who you are, but when I get out of this, I’m gonna hunt you down and kill you. And trust me, I’m going to make it as slow and painful as possible.” Banging on the walls, he tried to make as much noise as possible. “Can anyone hear me. Get me the fuck outta here.” Why isn’t anyone answering? He continued to make noise for a while, before sitting down to rest. Is nobody here? “I’m not gonna take part in your twisted little game, I’ll wait here until someone lets me out. Someone’s going to notice that I’m missing, and when they do, you’ll be completely fucked.”

A couple hours passed as his stomach grumbled. Why is nobody coming? This can’t possibly be serious right? Calming down, he looked at the floor. Looks like my feet are gonna be cut up pretty badly, but I don’t have much of a choice. I can’t believe this shit. Stepping forward he took a moment to breathe in before taking his first step on the needles. His foot lowered down to the ground but stopped just before touching the needles. Wait, what am I doing? Taking a step back, he ripped his shirt off. Turning it into two pieces of fabric and wrapping them around his feet. It won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.

Taking the first step forward, he carefully navigated the needles, avoiding any that contained heroin, or any that were sticking directly up. He also carefully moved to avoid the hanging needles. Getting partway through the hallway, he came across an area of densely packed hanging needles. I need to be very careful with this. Slowly, he inched closer to the needles, using his hands to move some of them out of the way. Unbeknownst to him, the cloth around his left foot snagged on a needle, coming undone as he lifted his foot up. Focusing on the needles hanging in front of him, he wasn't paying as much attention to his feet.

Stepping down, a needle jabbed straight up into his foot, injecting a small amount of liquid into his body.

Oh Fuck. He stumbled slightly from the pain, cutting himself a little on the hanging needles. The needles swung around rapidly as he made his escape, the threads wrapping around each other. Getting through the area, he stopped himself. Looking down, he saw a needle jammed into the bottom of his foot, and the cloth sitting just out of reach. Shit. Seeing that he was less than halfway to the door, he decided to go back for the cloth. I won’t lose too much blood, so it’s best if I take it out now. My balance is more important. Carefully, he pulled out the needle. Blood slowly dripped out. Seems like it didn’t pierce a vein. Let’s hope I can see a doctor before it gets infected. Slowly stepping back, he took care to only step on the syringes with his left foot.

Quickly, he was in range of the cloth. He reached for it, pushing the hanging needles away. The needles swung, some clinking against each other, while others swung unimpeded. One of the needles swung at the bundle of threads that wrapped around each other earlier, causing the threads to fray.

Bending over, he reaches for the cloth, and grabbed it. As he pulled himself up, the threads above him snapped, and the needles dropped down, piercing into his neck. Jolting up in pain, his head rose, just in time to meet a needle as it swung back, impaling him straight in the eye.

Falling over from the immense pain, he landed on top of some of the needles, injecting a large amount of heroin into his body. Writhing on the floor, he slowly bled out with the needles still jammed into his neck and eye.

“Unfortunately, Elijah, you were not careful enough, and now the drugs you have used to ruin so many people’s lives have become your undoing. You were smart. You thought that you would be able to survive in here just like you survived out there. But one wrong step sealed your fate. Enjoy Hell Elijah. Goodbye.”

The room darkened.