The Game. (on hold)

Prolouge

 

 

 

     Her eyes remained fixated on the grey scale wall not four feet in front of her face, the room was dark and cold like a December evening. Had this been a regular or normal sitaution she would have been disgusted, but seeing as she could be minutes away from death, it was a sort of security blanket. The blood was fresh on her skin from where she had tripped through the woods, and her hair was matted together from the rain which leaked through the ceiling.

 

     "Let me outtt!" Her voice came raggedly echoing through the tiny cramped space the handsome man had locked her. There were no corridors that led out of the room, just a small space with a tiny metal latch handle door. Her glossy, light pink lips parted again to try and call out for help, knowing full well that no one could hear her. A creak from the latch of the door startled her though, and she shut her mouth promptly; the man was back for her. He stalked towards her slowly, creeping amongst the shadows and terrifying her even more, watching her struggle or anyone struggle was his favorite game.

 

     "My dear Arabella" A haunting chill filled the room as the words escaped through his thin, pale pink lips. "No one can hear you here, and my dear I will not let you go." His words sunk into her brain, making her wimper and whine. This fate was not one she had pictured herself having, not anyone would. A chill went down her spine, hitting every nerve, making her cry out in terror. His gaze traveled back to her face making  her shrill shrieks louder. "Keep quiet before I must do something I will inevitabley regret." The smell of death and despair crawled up her nose, and she gagged on her saliva, she refused to be quiet.

 

     "NO! Let me outtttt! Nowww!" Her voice cracked in fear, she thought she had the best of him and she could beat him at his own game; afterall what he could he do to her. Her bright blue eyes clouded with heavy tears as she realized how incorrect she was and he came closer to her. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket he pulled out a small knife, it was tiny, but sharper than anything she had ever seen before. "NO" She choked on her sobs, and screamed. "Please. No. Don't." She struggled against her chains violently, tearing at the skin beneath them.

 

     "You had your chance." He cooed coldly, pulling the knife forward toward her face. He slashed the knife across her cheeks multiple times making her scream and cry in pain, he laughed and continued on. He trailed the knife down her neck and pierced through the area of her chest where her lungs were located. "Now, you will die slowly" He called behind him as he left the room, and locked the latch. She tried to cry out but the only sound she could make was the one of the gurgling blood rushing up through her throat. As her shirt became stained with red, she knew this was the end. she died trying to reach the door, the only means of escape. The man let out a deep laugh, and ran through the rain to find his next victim.

 

He had won again.