Room 25

This is why you lock the house

Chris fumbled through her bag frustratingly as she tried to find the house keys. "Fucking, stupid - ah!" She felt the keys under her fingers and quickly grasped them before unlocking and opening the door. The lights of cars washed over her as she entered. "Finally, home." She dropped her bag on the floor of the living room before heading upstairs to get washed up. Whilst upstairs, she heard floorboards creak. It was common due to the pipes expanding under the floor, however every time it happened Chris would always think the worse. What made it worse was what sounded like the front door opening. This sound was also not uncommon, it was usually just her bedroom door being blown by an open window. After a slight moment of panic, she quickly regathered herself before heading downstairs for some lunch.

When she got to the kitchen, Chris felt uneasy. She put it down to her paranoia caused by the sounds she heard earlier. With this, she was reminded that she needed to eat. She took the salt and an orange container out of the cupboard and placed them on the table. She then began to cook a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs, pouring herself a small cup of water before brewing a cup of tea whilst the pasta boiled. The creaking was bad tonight, it sounded louder and seemed to follow her. Despite her worry, she continued to ignore it, determined to not let her paranoia win. With that, she turned back to the pasta, which was now cooked, and turned off the stove. Footsteps. Chris' heart beat rose as her eyes widened, she tried to hold her breath as fear shocked her spine and crawled through her nerves. Another set. She definitely heard footsteps, but she was frozen in fear. Click. "Don't. Move"

Chris instinctively started to slowley raise her hands above her head. She felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. "Shit hearing then? I said don't move." Chris immediately froze. "There we go. Now, hands behind your back." Chris hesitantly lowered her arms behind her back. She then felt the cold of metal on her wrists before hearing several clinks and clicks. She was still too terrified to act. "Right, follow me." She felt her arm being jerked as the gunman led her out the house and into a black car. 'This is it' she thought, 'This is how I die' . She was then pushed into the back seat. Chris finally manged to get a decent look at her capture as he lent over and secured the cuffs to a metal hook on the seat. It dug into her back, causing her to wince. Her captor noticed. "Sweet Jesus." He undid the cuffs and motioned for her hands. Chris obliged, he put her seatbelt on and recuffed her hands in front of her. He then secured the cuffs to a hook on the back of the passenger's seat before slamming the door.

Chris noted that this was the same guy she had bumped into earlier that day. 'Oh god, did I upset him this much!?' Chris could faintly hear him talking with someone on the phone. She was able to make out certain words such as "Target Aquired" and "Understood." The gunman then got back in the car and adjusted his mirror so he could see Chris. "Not awfully chatty, are we?" He said jokingly. No response. "You know, you made my job a hell lot easier by not locking your door, right?" Chris' heart skipped a beat. 'That's right,' she thought.'It completely slipped my mind! god, i'm an idiot!' The man snickered before driving off, leaving Chris angry, confused, and scared for her life.