"Hey Kev?" I rub my hair with the grey towel, walking down the corridor. I hold the glass away from me with the candle flickering wildly.
Why are old farm-style houses so freaking creepy!
"Kev?" I stop in front of a huge mirror fastened to the wall next to the staircase.
Hm... Not looking too bad in an oversized shirt.
I twirl side to side, throw the towel over my shoulder and carry on walking down the stairs. Each step leaves a soft creak behind.
Where is this damn man?
I enter the kitchen and walk toward the middle table.
I'm starving.
I walk towards the fridge and open it.
What the!?
I stumble backward as a repulsive smell hits me straight in the nose.
"What in heaven's name smells like that!?" I reach for the candle and bring it closer to the fridge while bending down.
"Oh my goodness!" I cover my nose and mouth with my free hand and place the candle on the floor.
"Kev I think something has seriously gone off in your fridge!" I slowly pull a packet closer to me.
What is that?
I untie the packet and carefully open it. Every living fiber inside my body feels like it is being injected with liquid nitrogen, I stumble backward and hit against the table.
Barely able to keep up with my rapid heart and strained breathing I turn and am face to face with Kevin.
"You shouldn't have done that." His face is emotionless as he walks closer to me. I move backward feeling my cheeks run wet.
"K-k-kev-" I wobble trying to move around the table.
"You really shouldn't have." He sprints towards me while grabbing onto my hair as I try and make a run for it.
"KEVIN!" I scream,grabbing onto his hand, firmly fisting my hair. Without effort he wraps his arm around me and drags me back with him.
"NO NO NO LET ME GO!" I cry feeling him stop and hearing a rustling in a drawer behind me.
"KEVIN PLEASE I AM SORRY I PROMISE I WON'T SAY ANYTHING!" I beg.
"I know you won't... Shhh its okay relax... I am not going to hurt you." His tone of voice firm and soft.
"Then what are you doing!?" I continue to cry while looking over my shoulder seeing him take out an injection.
"Oh, this?" He holds the injection up quickly. "This is how you will comply... For now at least..." A sudden pain grows as he jabs it into my neck.
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Feeling like me head being weighted by a ton of bricks I open my eyes.
"Hmm." I grown, seeing a feint light strug from the ceiling.
"What... Where am-" I try to lift my hand to rub my head but feel something strapped around my wrist, keeping my arms constrained.
I quickly lift my head, looking around me and notice I am strapped onto a metal table in the middle of the room with a few shelves against dark face-brick walls and torn plastic tarps hanging from the roof against the wall opposite me.
What the!?
I forcefully try to free my hands as I look around and see a small steel trolly with a few injections lined up.
"HELP!" I start crying and feel my heart raise.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!" I beg trying to losen the bands around my wrist and ankles.
"You can scream all you want. No one can hear you." I hear his voice sound from above me. I turn quickly and see him walk to my side with a white plastic apron on and no shirt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! LET ME GO!" I struggle.
"Shh... Relax... I am not going to hurt you." He pulls a small round stool on wheels closer and sits next to me.
"Then let me go! Why am I strapped down?"
"I can't let you go. Not yet. You need to show me that you are ready." He pulls the steel trolly closer and fiddles with in the bottom shelve.
"Ready? Ready for what!?" I shriek.
"Have I told you about Madelaine?"
"Madelaine?" I slow down my struggle.
"Hm-mm... My beautiful Madelaine." He brings something closer to my forehead.
"What is that?" I flinch.
"Tweezers." He holds the tweezers out in front of me and brings them towards my head again.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I pull my face to the side feeling him pluck out an eyebrow hair.
"Hold still." He whispers.
"NO!" I pull away again.
He stops and takes a deep breath.
"Fine... The hard way then." He stands up fast making my heart flip. Fiddling with something next to my ears I feel a strap fasten against my forehead.
"There." He takes his seat again.
"Why are you doing this!?" I cry hearing my voice squeak.
"All these questions... Let's listen to some music." He leans back. I hear him press a botton, followed by classical piano music playing softly.
"Beautiful... Just like you." He continues to tweeze.
Unable to contain my emotions, my crying escapes my mouth and fills the room. He stops.
"LET ME GO YOU CREEP!" I demand feeling rage start to form.
"If you do not stop. I'll be forced to make you stop."
"SCREW YOU!" I spit as hard as I can.
Feeling that same feeling of liquid nitrogen coursing through my veins, I flinch at the sound of his fists hitting the table.
"You will learn to respect me and comply with my desires...The level of comfort will be your choice!" His voice echoes.
He slowly leans closer to my ear "But believe me when I say... The easy way is in your best interest." He whispers and slowly kisses my ear.
"Come on... Be a good girl... For me." He stands.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK- I WILL NEVER DO WHAT YOU WANT!"
I notice a small grin appear.
"They all say that at first."
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