Organization IV

I sat, staring at my hands, my handcuffed hands.
Handcuffs... interrogation room... it was becoming increasingly harder to put two and two together.
I had tried speaking once Nexan left. I really did. Each time only resulted in near suffocation, until I was too weak to attempt again.
In this room I was defenseless. I couldn't summon my Keyblade, nor could I call upon the Darkness. Not with the handcuffs on. Heck, I couldn't even speak, let alone cry for help if I needed to!
I took the best approach I could muster, placing my back to a corner in the room and drawing my knees to my chest. At least from there I could see the entire room. Nothing could get behind me...
Nexan appeared in the room, a sandwich and glass of water in her hands.
"Hi Max!" she said, trying hard to sound cheery as she placed the food on the only table in the room.
I stared at her, waiting for something. I din't know what. I couldn't believe I was even waiting. Why didn't I go over and give her a hug, like I longed to do? I tried to stand, but it was a failed attempt. I was throttled from the inside and my strength was drained even more.
I tried my best to mask my heavy breathing, as I regained the air that I had momentarily been cut off from.
"You can't speak, can you?" Nexan asked, staring sadly at me.
I opened my mouth, trying desperately to say I could, to tell her all my fears knowing she would comfort me.
My attempts were met by silence.
Nexan continued to stare, sadness and worry clouding her face.
"I'll just be going then..." I began to panic again. I didn't like panicking, but abandonment was my biggest fear. Bigger than my fear of loosing my self completely to the Darkness.
I wanted to run to her and stop her, to scream aloud, but I couldn't.
She was gone.
I noticed how tense my body had been when it relaxed. Perplexed, I tried to stand.
I did.
I sighed inwardly, upset. Of course. Only when Nexan was here could I not move. Stupid Darkness!
I felt another brief chocking, but this one was more violent. My hand unconsciously gripped at my throat, trying to loosen the hold.
It stopped. I fell to my knees, gasping. It hurt my lungs to gulp in so much air.
After a minute, I stood again and made my way over to the table. I sat and took a bite of the sandwich. In a matter of seconds I had devoured it and drank every last drop of my water.
Satisfied, I returned to my corner.
I wanted so bad to scream.