Snow billowed around me, circuiting my vision to three feet in front of me. Darkness dotted across my eyes as the tethered remains of a sack was placed over my head. The last thing I was able to make out was the sinister smile of a man with deranged thoughts dancing around.
It had been five years since I was captured.
Dead.
That is what everyone assumed I was. Little did they know I could be five doors down from them in a basement with a limited supply of food and constant fear inflicted in every cell of my being.
Her loving embrace, motherly pampering and tender words soothing me into a sense of unconsciousness is what I missed most. Her glimmering eyes, filled to the brink with tears haunted me when I first disappeared. She confided in Mr White.
It made me crawl with uneasiness, as beyond his front door was a world shrouded in fear, torture. He had a disease.
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Hostage
Short StoryIn the mysterious world of Collin Edge, a cherished girlfriend and a crafty lunatic he must overcome the adversities in his life. Throw in the element of capture and his past and walk along the chill watched path of a boy who was merely in the wrong...
