Never going to escape

Waking up

The first thing I could remember was how cold it was, I didn't know if it was night or day, if it was the first day I've been locked down here or did I somehow sleep through my first few nights of captivity. All I knew was that I was cold, well that and my neck hurt like hell. That was probably due to the fact that there was a tight collar placed around it keeping me in place. The bed I was currently occupying was damped from what I prayed was a leakage from a busted pipe.

The room I was in wasn't a room at all, I could vaguely make out stairs that lead to a door on my right, the moon shining through a small glass window just above my head was my only light. I was in a basement of some sorts, the bed being my only comfort and even that was limited. The basement had a ranked smell to it that lingered, I could vaguely hear dripping. Either my suspicion of a busted pipe were correct or it was raining outside.

Too afraid to scream, but too afraid to remain here I was conflicted as I tugged on the chain that connected to the collar. I trailed my hand until I found what confined me to this bed. The chain connected to the collar was also connected to a padlock that too was connected to something I couldn't see. I tried pulling on the chain only for it to ding seconds later as it reached its end. Whatever it was connected to was out of reach and out of sight. At least for now.

I couldn't help, but feel a bit of connection to the collar and the chain besides a literally one that is. The collar the imprisoned me was to imprisoned by the chain, and the chain imprisoned by the lock. The cold, the dripping, the damp bed, it all became too much as I realized something drastic. I was stuck down here, for as long as who ever trapped me wanted me to be. The thought of never seeing my mother again, the thought of never seeing the sun again, the thought of never breathing fresh air again, all kinds of thoughts invaded my mind as I grabbed hold of the chain once again, but this time I didn't tug.

Repeatedly I yanked on the chain desperate to somehow break free of its hold, my hands begun to turn red with pain from how hard I was tugging and pulling . The sounds of my frustrated actions only seem to mock, the clinging, the dripping, the smell the cold, it was all mocking me as I was forced to endure. My hands had small cuts from the chain, but I still pulled and tugged and tugged and pulled and pulled and tugged until a glimpse of light filled the room. The door that the stairs lead to was flung open, light shinning behind it.

I ceased my actions as my eyes tried to get used to the new coming light, I covered them focusing only on the sounds of heavy boots making their was down the creaking steps. With each step they made my heart begun to accelerate. When my eyes finally got adjusted to the now bright room I locked eyes with my capture. I wanted to die right than and there as he stood before me.

He was a lot shorter than me, his skin pale, he wore jeans so black you couldn't really tell that they were jeans,his chest was exposed, he was completely shirtless, but his face was covered. The mask the male wore scared the hell out of me, it was a half mask that only covered his mouth and nose and it reminded me of a movie I watched where a family was terrorized by another family of invaders that wore these creepy ass mask. His was so similar to the ones I remembered that I couldn't help, but think somehow I was in hell. His mask was all white, but had a red smiley face on the bottom half where his mouth was suppose to be.

"Please, don't kill me" I begged. I felt so pathetic begging like this. The male was probably enjoying every second of it.

"Kill you?" My eyes went wide as I noticed it. He was using some kind of voice changer which made me realize just how fucked I was.

He wore a mask, which initially gave me hope, despite it being a mask from a movie that gave me nightmares for weeks to come, I've lived enough of life to know that when a person wears a mask it's to hide their identity. If someone plans to rob a store they wore a mask, they don't want to be identified later. The mask I understood he wanted to hide his face so I couldn't identify him, The only way I could identify him is if I escaped. Rather he was planning on letting me go or knew he couldn't hold me much longer was irrelevant, the mask meant he didn't want me to know who he was, but than there was the voice changer device he was using.

In all actuality it made his voice sound way too deep to be scary, but still I was terrified. I knew just what it meant for him to use a voice changer. This male wanted to hide his voice, there was only one reason to do this. One logical reason to do this besides traumatizing me. I instantly backed as far away from him as I could my back quickly hitting the wall as I did so. I didn't mean for it to come out as a whisper, but I guess I had no control over my own voice anymore.

"I know you"