He took the knife, looked at it then me. Sweat raced down my race and I gulped. He walked back to the desk put it down and grabbed bolt cutters and the same white towel.
He put it on my mouth and I blacked out. When I woke up I was somewhere different. I was in a smaller room, chained to the walls and on the other way was newspapers, about... me! One read:
14 YEAR OLD GIRL KIDNAPPED may 1st 1987
another title read
VICTORIA, NOW 15 FOUND DEAD FUNERAL AND BURYING HELD YESTERDAY January 15 1988
Im not dead..?! The clock in the corner read todays date, may 1 1988
I have been here for a year. But how come I don't remember anything? Who is the girl in my coffin?
My family... I start crying hot tears paved across my face. I'll never make it out alive. A small door opens and he walks in with a cart full of surgical tools and a tiny tiny microscopic piece of metal?
I scream "WHO ARE YOU AND LET ME GO" He slams down his knife and slaps my in the face. It feels like needles trying to poke out of my skin. More tears slide down my face and I look away. He kicks me, hard in the side and then again and again.
He takes me off the chains and I'm too weak to run, I just fall limp to the floor. He throws me on a table and ties my down. He grabs something in a bottle and damps my ear and forehead. He takes a knife and slits my ear open but I don't feel any pain, just sleepiness and my eyes, too heavy to keep open, close.
