ext_29374 ([identity profile] daera23.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2004-03-31 11:03 pm
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Enclosed Places by lunasky (NC-17)

Fandom:ALIAS
Pairing: Sydney / Sark
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] lunasky
Author Website: n/a
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Enclosed Places is a raw, gritty, and very real exploration of how psychological barriers break down under the extreme conditions of captivity. Luna takes Sydney and Sark through an intense journey, where the characters' carefully constructed facades slowly unravel, and they are left with only each other to depend on. And in that journey a surprisingly humane Sark is revealed.



The door opens, abruptly admitting four men. The first of which is kind enough to greet me with a pistol whip to my head.

After some time my vision starts to clear. The pistol-whip man is standing in the corner with a smug look on his face. I can feel someone behind me and there’s another man guarding the small door to my right.

But most important, is the man standing directly in front of me. He’s obviously the one in charge. He’s not a big man, but he certainly has a strong presence about him. I study him as best as I can, but I can’t place him. He’s of Asian descent, that much is obvious, but I don’t recall dealing with him before.

He comes up to me, grabs my chin and painfully jerks my head so that I have no choice but to look up at him.

Foreign words rush out of his mouth, no doubt aimed directly at me, but I think that I have been hit in the head too many times today to translate immediately.

This is so very dangerous.

The man in front of me is angry; whether just at my being or my lack of response, I’m not sure. He signals to the man behind me, who painfully pushes my head forward, dislocating my right shoulder.

But I’ve been taught to compartmentalize pain right? I’ve been taught how to push aside the feeling of a needle injecting something horrid into my veins. I’ve been taught how to lock away all the truly important information in my head so that it can never be reached.

But even when you compartmentalize the pain, you still feel it.

When you feel the drugs coursing through your system, you still feel violated.

When you lock away your true self in the hollows of your mind, you still feel the pain of being.

Just because you’ve been taught how to control all these things, doesn’t really make it easier. The truth of the matter is that you still have to live through it.

So that’s what I am concentrating on doing now. Living through it.




Enclosed Places

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