The Breaking Donavan Clark
by Dann

Donavan awoke to alien surroundings. His vision was distorted, as things came into focus he began to realize he had no idea where he was. The first thing he attempted to do was stand however he was unable to do so. His body felt heavy, as if there was something holding him down. He could wiggle his hands and feet but he could not move from his present position. The next thing he attempted to do was survey the landscape. He could not see his arms or legs, in fact everything from his chin down was buried under a navy blue mat.

The air about him was stale like a dry saltine cracker, there was no wind and the temperature was moderate. All around him lay blue walls much that matched the hue of the soft velveteen floor he found himself trapped in. There was a small bit of light that emanated from a hole in the blue ceiling above. It was oval shaped, like a sky light but there was no glass and no doors or windows in sight.

Donavan attempted to crane his head back to see what was behind him. All he could make out was a slope in the ceiling that eventually met with the ground in a round like shape. There was nothing but darkness to be found beyond that.

“Urg.” His head felt as if it were in a vice clamp, his temples throbbed. 

He opened and closed eyes many times. Somehow there would be a different sight to behold when his eyes opened, somehow he would be in a place that made sense that he recognized.

“Hello? Is there anyone there? Can anyone hear me?” He paused, listening with faint hope. “Hello?” He grew more desperate, angrier. Donavan shouted as loud as his voice would allow, but there was only his echo reverberating from his prison walls in return. Once again he screamed. “Hey! I'm here! Hello?” He paused. “My name is Donavan Clark and I'm here!” Where ever -here-was!

There was nothing but a long foreboding silence. Donavan was beginning to feel butterflies in his stomach, he was alone, he was unable to move, and fear gripped him. What if nobody came? What if nobody ever came? How would he get out of here? Where was he! Who put him here? Would they come back? As these thoughts invaded every recess of his mind, he began ravenously flailing his head back and forth while shouting. This did nothing but tire him out, and when all was said and done, there was silence thereafter. He was spent, he could not move, there was the will to move, but his muscles would no longer cooperate. He felt weak.

It could have been minutes, hours or even days. He was unsure. Nothing but the sound of his own breathing, his fainting thoughts and the struggle to remain conscious kept him company. Hunger pains dug at his stomach. Would he ever see his wife and children again? What did his captors want of him? Would they kill him? Did they want money? Panic came in waves as Donavan would calm down only to flare up in a fit of fear induced rage.

He was a man, a human being, and master of his own domain, limited to a single position in a dark room with nothing but silence to steady him. He felt like a small child alone in a dark room, he wanted to see somebody, anybody. Such a feeling was alien to him, the sheer helplessness of his situation was astounding, and it made his stomach feel knotted and sore.

In the middle of a screaming fit, while his face was burning red and tears were falling from his eyes, he gave in and drifted off to sleep.

Time passed until a great rumble awoke Donavan from his sleep. The room rumbled and quaked like some sort of amusement park ride, a flash of images ran by the skylight roof, nothing clear enough for Donavan to recognize. Nothing kept still long enough for him to form a concrete image of what he was looking at. There were so many sounds, loud sounds, frightening sounds, strange sounds. He was locked in a box, with only his imagination to dictate his reality, and it was never kind.

“Hello? Is someone there?” He paused, hopeful. “Come on! I've had enough of this eh! Let me out of here!” There was nothing, just silence. It angered him, it frustrated him. Why wouldn't anyone answer him! “Answer me!” His skin felt warm, his cheeks sore from screaming, his head was throbbing.

Donavan began to wonder if he was in some sort of trash compactor, doomed to die at the hands of a disgruntled fat city worker on the other end of a button. But the chilling reality would soon make itself known.

“Yes, and so I told Beth I would be there at six thirty. Mmmhm....yes...mmmhmm...that's right....well that is what I told her.” There was a laugh, such a laugh it had to come from the deep bellowing throat of a giant! It was feminine, but far too loud to come from any woman he had ever seen! “We are going to meet Mary and Donna at Moxies...f...for...for dinner...yes for dinner...mmhmm...and a ...and a movie? Do you want to see a movie? A Movie?” The superior voice broke the long famine of silence. The voice brought both unimaginable dread and a vain desperate hope all at the same time. This meant there was someone around! Sure the voice was loud, maybe whoever it was happened to be speaking into a megaphone, it could be the echo from the room he was in. It didn't matter, whoever it was had to help him!

“Hey! Hello? Listen to me, I need your help! My name is Donavan Clark. I'm stuck in a dark room. Can you hear me?” There was no response, just the same random noises, quakes and alien sounds. “Hello!” Donavan's voice grew horse.

“Anyhow, I'll pick you up in...yea...yea ok...fifteen minutes? How about that? Ok...mmhmm...Ok Melinda...buh-bye!” There was silence. Had they left? Did they hear him? What was happening! Donovan panicked once again and began to flail his head in vain.

“No! Nooo! Ahhh! Come back!” he paused, praying to hear a response this time. “Come back!" I said! Please come back...”His voice weaned. 

The room rumbled violently worse this time than it ever had before. Donavan wanted to grasp hold of something, but he could not move; he was still trapped. The faint light that flooded in from the skylight began to grow dim, dearness crawled over and the walls of his prison indented from the outside in on two spots.

“What's going on out there? Who are you? Where am I?” Donavan felt numb all over, his skin tingled, like ants crawling under his shirt. His pupils dilated, his skin went pale and his breath cold. Beads of sweat dripped from his four heads down his nose and into his eyes. Like a cold hand down his spine, fear gripped him down to his very core. For as he looked out the skylight far above, an image bigger than the sun and the moon, bigger than the night sky was there to greet him. In the form of a colossal woman's face! She had great blue eyes like saucers; her nose was bigger than the empire state building with nostrils big enough to hold lakes. Her great red lips were plump and full, each stretched wide like two trains on top of one another, they were parted ever so slightly showing pearly white tips of the top row of teeth and a gargantuan tongue which escaped long enough to moisten her lips before retreating once again. Her skin was white, but tanned showing her fondness of the sun. Her face needed very little makeup to express her beauty. Long golden blond hair danced about her face, like fine sewn silk. She stole the breath from his lungs, but her image at this scale was terrifying.

“Dear god!” He whispered, unable to find much more of a voice for a while. But when it returned to him he screamed until his voice went hoarse and his throat raw. He felt his bladder empty. Never before had he seen such a sight. It was an impossible scale. Like she was looking down at him through a magnifying glass the size of the moon!

The woman's face was only visible for a second before it was gone. But at that scale a second was long enough to remember every feature.

“Oh! I haven't worn these ones in quite some time!”

Wear? It was starting to make sense, the shape of the walls, the oval orifice above his head, the smell. He knew where he was, it was impossible and his brain refused to give in and believe it...but he realized where he was. He didn't have long to contemplate before his fear was confirmed. Another shadow fell over the sky as a colossus of a foot began to bear down on him. Each toe was completely huge, their nails painted with a dark purple polish that was perfectly administered. Small toe matched the size of an automobile. The large toe was like a Mac truck.

Time seemed to crawl in the second it took her to put her shoe on. Donavan watched as the shadow of her toes covered him, her toes passed him and above all he could see was the wrinkled expanse of her sole. It seemed to take forever before her toes were in place and the skin of her foot bottom began to fall around him. It was heavy like a mattress at first, covering every inch of the shoe, surrounding him until there was nothing, no air, no light. Nothing but suffocating darkness! The shapely arch of her foot cradled his insignificant form protecting him from death, and sealing him in his living tomb!

“They fit so well!” He could hardly hear the muffled voice of his captor through the claustrophobic confines of his prison.

The suffocating pressure released enough for Donavan to gasp one breath and then the crushing sole slammed once more unto him. This process repeated as she walked followed by a ear crushing “KABOOM”followed by a distant but no less unforgiving “Kathud”

Donavan struggled madly but each time he was smashed down by her weight. Tears fell from his eyes as this cruel process repeated itself. Soon his struggling ceased, weak and torn he surrendered to the humiliating sounds that now owned him. Waiting for the merciful silence of death, hoping in fact it would come lest his torment continue under a woman's colossal foot.