I woke up with a numb sensation burning up and down my arms. I opened my eyes and attempted to rub the blurriness out of them but came to find that my hands wouldn’t cooperate. I blinked rapidly, forcing the grogginess and blurriness out of my eyes and took a look around.
The first thing I noticed was the lack of light in the room. The world that I seemed to be living in seconds ago that was filled with color was now swapped out and replaced with one where black and grey dominated. I was in a room that was poorly lit and smelled of a coppery smell. The walls were made of concrete as was the floor.
My hands struggled against its binds and I looked up to find that my hands were tied together by some intimidating looking rope. I struggled against the binds but whoever did this knew what they were doing and all I got out of it was rope burn that I would probably be feeling for a while.
I looked down at my feet and very strangely, they weren’t tied up. A tiny spark lit in my brain telling me to use this to my advantage. I tried to kick my legs up by pulling my knees to my chest and instantly, I felt a tightening in my abdominal muscles. I finally got my legs to where I was almost hanging upside down but sooner than I thought, my muscles gave out and my legs swung back down.
“That’s cute.” My head snapped in the direction of the soothing yet chilling voice. A figure emerged from the shadows and then nothing seemed to make sense. How could this person be the one who put me here?! “You know you could just beg to be let go…”
Ha! This guy really doesn’t know me. The thing about me, I don’t beg. And I definitely would never beg for him. He continued walking towards me and soon, he was inches from my face. “I’m sure you’ve got a pretty good idea why you’re here. But for the fun of it, I’m going to tell you.
“I saw you one day with your friend at the mall. You two were so cute; almost seemed to me that you had a crush on the poor guy but he was just so clueless and he wasn’t the only one. I thought you were beautiful and before I knew it, I found my new toy. I followed you around the whole day and eventually, that’s all I could think about. I fell for your stubborn personality and your exotic looks. It’s always strange to see a person with dark hair and blue eyes; makes them all the more beautiful.” He bit his lip and looked down at my chest.
“You’re sick.” He laughed as if my insult was a funny joke to him. He grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his waist. I tried to kick him away but his grip tightened on my thigh in the most painful way. “Tsk, tsk. No interrupting my story. Where was I? Oh, so yesterday I saw you at your house in your backyard by the pool. You look quite irresistible in a bikini, so irresistible that I just couldn’t keep my hands off and here you are. I thought you could amuse me and maybe other things.”
Now I know this guy has definitely lost his marbles. I looked up in his dark, brown eyes and glared. “You are freakin’ crazy if you think I will do anything to make you amused and I will definitely not do anything else you were thinking.” He threw his head back and laughed. “You just don’t get it. You don’t have a choice anymore. If I want to screw you, I will and if I just want to see you beg for something, I will.” He ended his sentence by squeezing my thigh painfully hard causing me to yelp.
“You know what that means right?” I met his cold gaze and did all I could at that moment. I spit in his face. He froze and wiped my spit off his face. He looked back up at me then stepped away, causing my leg to fall. He put his hand in his back pocket and produced a knife that looked about five inches long and deadly.
“I didn’t want to have to bring this out but your defiance begs otherwise.” He brought the knife to my thigh and poked it with the point of the knife. “Now, are you going to listen and follow my orders and maybe live a little longer or are you going to put up a fight and just get hurt more in the end?” He looked at me with a hard gaze but continued pressing the knife harder into my leg.
I begged myself internally to not say anything but the knife had already broken skin and was going deeper into the wound. I looked up at the ceiling as tears formed into my eyes. I looked back at him and just glared, not saying anything. His eyes turned into black voids of anger and in one swift movement, he swiped the knife across my thigh, opening up a deep gash.
I screamed in absolute pain and clenched my eyes shut. When I opened them, he was examining his knife with a pissed off look. “I didn’t want to hurt you but you need to learn the rules around here.” He brought his hand up to his brown hair and ran his fingers through it. “You do what I say and you don’t talk back.” I glared at him and grunted in pain. “Hell would have to freeze over for me to obey you.”
He smiled and walked up to me, confident in his stride. He placed his hands on my hips and gently kneaded his fingers into my hips. I sighed because I was expecting more pain and this actually felt…kind of good. I looked down at his hands then back at his smirking face that whispered, “Then I guess it’ll be pretty cold for you.” Without much of a warning, he pulled down my bloody jeans and threw them on the floor. Then he proceeded to take off underwear but stopped when he heard the small yelp from my mouth.
He looked back up at me and for a moment, his eyes held some humanity in them but quickly disappeared. He stepped back and looked around the room, avoiding looking at me. When he looked back at me, his eyes were back to the cold orbs they were before. “I’ll go easy on you this time but when tomorrow comes, prepare for your own personal hell.” He stormed out of the room with my jeans in his hands.
I mentally prepared myself for what my wound might look like and when I looked down, I saw an ugly gash about an inch wide and a river of scarlet running down my leg. Tears silently streamed down my face and my body silently racked with sobs. Even if I did break down, I wasn’t going to let him hear.
Once I had finally calmed down, I finally realized the situation I was in. I wasn’t going to leave this place alive and if I did, I would never be the same. He’s already ruined any chance of happiness and normalcy I had coming for me. Before I could fight it off, my eyelids became heavy and I was slowly consumed in darkness.
So this is the beginning of me attempting to write a thriller/horror story. I will warn you in advance, this story will be dark but it won't just be intense, it will have a twist but I won't spoil it so please comment and vote! Lots of Love, Always
-Melissa xxooxx :)
P.S. There is a picture of who I picture as Liam on the sidebar :)
