Alex was a newly graduated Investment Broker in the 80s with a fairly good life. He had education, money, career prospects and was very well-liked by all the people he came into contact with. A hard worker during the day who knew how to get what he wanted and a great person to invite to a party or have a few beers with after hours. He was making fistfulls of money for himself and his investment group while keeping his clients happy, and most importantly, without making some of the older and more experienced brokers worried.
Then one night, on the way home from an office party, Alex was taken by a malevolent creature of the night. It forced him from the road and took him from the side of the road, leaving a hastily constructed simulacrum behind in his place. The thorns tore at his clothes, skin and very soul as she dragged him through the twisted maddening landscape. He faintly remembers a house, vast and dark, doors opening up before them and closing as his Keeper passed. Then, tossed down a large well, Alex awoke some time later at the bottom of a shadowy pit filled with bones and cast off detrius of the house above. There was no exit; the well was too high up to reach, the only door was impossible to force open, and the passages were far too small to navigate.
The memories that Alex holds of the pit are dim and vague. There was pain and torment, vile substances rained from the well above, hidden tormentors and horrible punishments. Now and again, the door would open, and food was provided -- living walking food, killed and eaten raw. There was hunger and yearning. Others would be thrown to the Pit as well; the company never lasted long for there wasn't enough food for two. Of all those tossed into the Pit, Alex lived, and the Pit changed him. He became stronger, leaner, meaner and more vile. He had vicious teeth, and could eat anything that found its way into his Pit. Yet, he didn't eat /her/.
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