You can’t say a single word. You can’t hear a single sound. You can’t see a single sight. To round up everything, you can’t move a single inch of your feet, nor can you feel a single sensation with your hands. The only action you can perform is smelling. But even then, the place you reside consists of horrific odors. Is life worth living then? It doesn’t matter! Because you are forced to live with these conditions.
You are hand-cuffed to a pole behind your back. Your feet are locked with chains extending from a nearby wall. As for your eyes and mouth, they are wrapped with masking tapes to avoid sight and talk. Finally, your ears are closed with small rubber tubes to reduce audibility as much as possible.
All these descriptions and details merely represent my condition about a year ago in a land far away from this city, country, and continent. I don’t know what I did to deserve a punishment of this magnitude. I don’t even know who were the people or beings behind my chastisement (or misfortune). The only thing I really know is that I am still alive, apprehending another such horror.
Why?
Because I know, I have not been fully acquitted….yet.
Author Bio
Quazi Sameer Salman
Quazi Sameer Salman, a passionate writer since schooling days, likes to play with vivid words. Currently working as a communication and content specialist in Bangladesh, both in a full-time capacity and freelancing, he mainly specializes in various types of content writing but enjoys short story writing as well to express his creativity. His ultimate goal: to create content that redesigns human imagination .