The Hanging Game

The Girl With No Eyes

There is a man by my side rowing us down the stream. I do not know who he is, or how I got here. All I know is that my arms and legs are tied up, and I'm being muffled by a dirty work rag. The man is around six feet tall with dark brown hair and a scruffy beard. Doesn't look like the type to be a kidnapper, but oh how wrong that is. He picks up his whiskey bottle and presses it to his lips, without noticing I'm watching him deeply. I look into his dark eyes that swell with sorrow. I see pain, despair. He's been crying. I can tell from how often he swallows and the redness that surrounds his eyes. It may seem like I feel bad for him, and I almost do. Then I look down at my arms and legs and get angered. So angered that as he gulps down his idea of a pain reliever, I put my arms around his neck and pull. I pull the life out of this drunk pedophile. I imagine reaching into his chest and ripping out his beating heart. He starts to choke and spit up whiskey. His body shakes furiously. Then all at once he stops. Everything stops. He's no longer moving, and I'm no longer scared. 

I push the lifeless body off my lap, to the floor of the little rowboat. I remove the cloth blocking my voice with my free fingers. I look around for something sharp to use on my arms and legs. Luckily my kidnapper has a pocket knife in his waistband, so I fish it out with my free fingers. Thanks fatman, you're useful for once. I get the knife open and position it so the blade is facing my stomach, and in between the cloth. I apply pressure to the knife and small movements with my fingers. After two minutes of this the cloth breaks apart and I drop the knife.  Then I do the same with my legs.

I take the paddle from the dead man and steer the boat right. There is an opening of trees on a little part of the bank on my right, so I chose to go there. I'm better on foot anyways. Once i'm in shallow water I jump out of the boat and grab the paddle for protection. I push the boat back into the water and wait for the current to catch it and push it downstream. "Bye bye fatman" I think to myself, not even caring that I just killed a man. 

What's beyond the trees is breathtaking. There is a huge block like pole sticking 200 feet out of the ground with a building  on top of the mysterious pole. The building appears to be made of pure cement. It takes on this sort of dungeon type feeling, causing me to get scared and excited at the same time. I hesitated taking the next step,for I was unaware  of what I will find.

I eventually make my way over to the strange building and try and find some sort of rope or ladder to climb. What I find is rope. Rope with a noose on the end of it and dried blood covering the end in splotchy patterns. This can't mean anything good... but I do what any other stupid girl does in scary situations. I climb the rope. Its the length of the pole the building sits on, so once again that's pretty fucking far up. Why would anyone climb a 200 foot rope to a mysterious dungeon like building? I really can't answer that. I'm happy that I never picked up the phobia of heights, or else this would be the worst anxiety attack anyone's ever had. 

As I approach the top of the rope, I hear a small voice not too far from me calling a man's name. 

"Harold! I knew you'd come for me" It speaks. 

"I never should have trusted the tall man" She peers over the edge, and I discover her eyes have been gouged out. 

"Um.. I- i'm not Harold" I squeak out of fear. When someones eyes are missing, things never go too well. I climb up to the platform on which the building rests on top of, shaking from the way things could go.

"Who are you! Have you been sent to hang me like the last girl? I didn't like that game, The last girl cheated so I had to kill her." She demands an answer and Is ready to push me off the edge.

"No, I was kidnapped and I escaped. I got off the boat and saw this place so I climbed hoping there would be some sort of life up here." I reply getting as far from the edge as can.