Consolidate

Prologue

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemble to actual person's, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story contained mature themes and strong language. Read at your own risk.
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I woke up to a loud sound coming from the bucket that fell, I saw the water that slowly drip to the floor. Where am I? what happened to me?

My whole body is aching, I can't move, I feel so weak. I can barely breathe too. I barely remember what happened, all I know is that I'm walking to go home when suddenly someone hit me from behind.

I slowly open my eyes, it's dark and quiet here, the only sound you will hear is coming from the light bulb. I looked around more, in the corner you will see the green light, I guess that's where the sound comes from. The walls are paved too, there's a two long tables, I can tell because of the space between the table legs.

There's one door but no windows at all, I wouldn't be able to escape unless I hit the one who kidnapped me.

My eyes widened when I saw a severed head hanging on an iron, that completely awakened the fuck out of me, it's like a pig heads you will saw in the market. No, I can't die, I have to get out of here. Don't panic, don't panic, breath in, breath out, I sighed. Look for an object, I must cut the rope in my hand.

The door suddenly opened and I quickly closed my eyes. I heard the footsteps approaching me and it stops right in front of my head. I can hear his breath, it's definitely a man, I could tell, he's looking at me intently too, I can feel it.

I felt an air to my face, it's not his breath, what is it?

He laughed, I could hear it clear, he's close to me. What's his intention? I felt a cold sharp tip that touched my face, it's slowly going down and it stop. I can feel it's sharp end piercing right to my neck.

"No, no, no, no, I should stop myself." he whispered

"I will kill you when you wake up"

"No! I should kill him, what if he escape?" he whispered again, he's talking to himself?

"Escape?" he laughed hysterically

"He wouldn't be able to escape in this state, should I break his ankle?"

"Yeah I should right?" he laughed again. He's crazy.

But whatever happens I can't react to anything he would do, even if it's breaking my ankle I must not create a sound. If he finds out I was conscious all the time, I'm dead. I'm definitely dead.