Alexander's

Pling

A drop of ice cold water falls on my head -- just one in an endless row.

Pling

The room is dark, my clothes are wet and freezing.

Pling

With every new drop insanity crawls just a tiny bit closer. The small daemons, lingering at the edges of my consciousness, drifting in and out of the shaddows. I can feel them taking small bites out of my resolve, whispering, laughing.

What is the password?
Tell me the password!

Never! -- I'd rather go crazy than reveal my secrets!

Another glacial drop rushes down -- hits my head. Like a flash of light, a spear of ice rammed through my skull down my spine.

How long will I be able to withstand this torture?

How long have I been captured here? There is no sense of time, or place. No beginning no end. Just the endless drops on my head -- she knows I'm going to break soon.

Pling

Another drop jolts me wide awake. I look in the dark eyes of my capturer and see the satisfied grin.

I realize for the first time that I'm actually lying in a bed -- my bed

Another jolt pierces through my body as my girlfriend pulls a few strands of my hair again.

What are you doing?!?
Nothing I was just thinking about how long your hair has already grown.
How long have you been "thinking"
For the last half hour -- even through I pulled your hair you were sleeping so peacefully.

But I see in the dissatisfied glistering in her eyes -- she really wants the password.