You Are in a Room

Hey everyone and welcome to CTstories's 5th Creepypasta. I know that this is short, but I hope you still enjoy this. Also, comment below when you are done.

Story
"Wake up! Wake up!"

You're brain is trying to jolt you awake. However meek and disturbing your dream was, does not compare to what you will see when you wake.

You are in a room. This room is draped in a thick layer of darkness. The only light, though dim, comes from a vertical window. The light tries to cut through the shadow, but only illuminates a tiny portion of the room. You breathe in a slow breath, the smell of rusty metal fills your nostrils. You start to cough violently at this point, both from the air and also from your escalating fear.

You don't know how you got here and you don't seem to care. You scream bloody murder for your slavation, but you know salvation will never come. You frantically try to find a way to escape, but the binds that restrict your wrists and your ankles prevent any progress. No amount of strength will release the screws that bolt the chair to the floor.

You are in a room. You're eyes start to adjust to the dark as you start to see shapes fluttering on the ceiling and the dark corners of the room. You may continue to look toward the light that trickles into the room, but be wary since the sun is starting to set.

You see some movement at the corner of your eye. "What could it be?". Sweat starts to trickle down your face as you try to follow the shadowy figure. You grow more and more frantic and start to stumble on your words.

"Hey...*cough* HEY! Who are you? Can you please *cough* *cough* Please help me? I don't know why I'm here. What do they want from me? HEY! Are you listening to me? Please, PLEASE help me whoever you are!"

Tears start to fall onto your face, melding with the sweat. The drowning amount of water escapes your face and falls onto the floor, forming massive puddles. But even those puddles can't escape your fate.

The shadowy figure seems to take notice at your pleas. It seems that whoever this is is coming closer and closer. You don't know whether or not this shadow is your salvation, or your doom. The face of the roommate is blocked out from the encrouching darkness as the sun dips slower and slower behind the horizon.

Suddenly, the roommate stops a few feet away from you and your chair. His head gives the impression that he's looking up and down you. You feel your heart beat ever faster and faster, you feel the sweat and tears dripping off your chin, you feel the darkness take you into its grasp. The last thing you see before the room becomes completely dark is the roomate, standing everpresently in the same place.

You are in a room, a pitch black room. You look around, trying to find some sort of light, but you can't find any. All of the sudden, you feel two sets of long fingers grasp you on the backs of your shoulders.