Writing Contest Entry (lol yeah, again)

Hostage theme. Sort of. It???s a broad interpretation of the theme of Hostage.
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Colours spun around him. They twisted and merged, then span together to form evil and terrifying images that haunted him as his feet stumbled across the non-existent surfaces of his prison.
He could feel the seconhand emotions of the other boy, the boy who he could not see, but who had competely imprisoned him in this one-of-a-kind cell.
The stuff around him was the stuff of nightmares. Beasts with huge sharp claws and teeth dripping with blood and ripped flesh would lunge towards his frail body, only to dissipate into the air when he felt as if his mind couldn???t take the torture it was enduring.
The worst part was knowing that he had no control over any of this. The images would only stop lunging and tearing and shrieking through his mind when the other boy felt like it. Because this was his punishment; He deserved every single scream that was torn from his lungs; every time his body curled into a fragile ball and the tears fell down his pale face.

Liking your new home? A piercing evil voice cackled, the noise shattering apart the hellish images and leaving the boy to float in his curled up ball in the surrounding eerie darkness. He couldn't answer, he could only whimper and let out tiny sobs of helplessness at the words. Home. The word only confirmed his awful suspicions that he had been keeping locked up in the back of his mind. He had known that he would not be let go quickly, and that his pain and suffering would be drawn out, he had also known in the back of his mind that there was a high chance that his deeds were awful enough that the other boy would not allow him to leave. The prospect was so frightening that he had banished all thoughts of it from his mind.

Now those thoughts had been confirmed.

After betraying the boy who's voice was echoing through his mind, and who was sending these nightmares to haunt him in the evil prison, he deserved to live his life in this confinement.

He deserved to be trapped in the mind of the boy who had once been his friend.