I was walking down the corridor to my apartment after a long day at the office. I was in my brown leather jacket and black pants with my big burly scarf around my neck, on account that it was the middle of winter and it was freezing outside. My nose started to run. I dug through my bag for my bag of tissues. Sniffling, I bumped into someone. I was a little frightened so I jumped, "Oh I'm sorry, you scared me". Then I walked around him to get to my apartment. All of a sudden I feel a rough piece of fabric cover my nose and mouth. Panicked I took a deep breath through the fabric and I started to feel dizzy. And that was the last thing I remembered before everything went dark.
I woke up and I couldn't see or move. Obviously I was tied to something and blindfolded. Being the stubborn person I am I started fussing and moving around trying to untie myself. It probably wasn't the smartest choice because five seconds in someone barged into the room, who I could only assume was my alleged kidnapper, and started yelling. And of course I wasn't paying attention I was still trying to untie myself. After what seemed like hours , really like 5 minutes, he finally stopped yelling and removed my blindfold.
As soon as he did I really wished he hadn't. The room was covered in dry blood, in one corner there were rotting bodies. In another, there were buckets of limbs oozing fresh blood. I was so glad I couldn't see what was behind me. I started to cry really hard because he was a sick and twisted man to have killed these people and he could just as easily do it to me. As soon as I started crying , he tried to wipe away my tears and I spit at him. That was probably a bad idea. He became enraged immediately and slapped me. "Fine be that way, I hope you like starving," he yelled before he left slamming the door behind him.
