What He Wants

What he wants (unedited)

The Beginning

Why can’t I breathe? What is happening to me?

The ice cold water is filling my mouth making it impossible for me to breathe. How did I get here? What was I doing before this?  There is no answer for my silent cry. The hands wrapped in my hair are forcing me down harder and harder till my body starts to tremble and tighten.  My arms are bound behind my back.  Once more I scream feeling the bubbles coming up next to me. At this point I know it is useless and the reality finally sets in. I’m going to die aren’t I?

The hand holding me down lifts me up out of the water. I gasp for precious air taking it in and filling my lungs.  The night is cold, clear, and very dark.  All I hear over my own cries are the cries of others. There is a man behind me tugging me around to look at a field. The tall green grass reaching up to my hips and smacking into me with every step I take.  He walks me over to a small river and forces me to look at a row of people standing along the bank.

With a handful still of my hair he pushes me to walk across the river and places me into the row of people. Now in line I notice the boy standing next me, tall and slender. I don’t recognize him or the woman now standing next to me crying. The man from behind me releases my hair finally and says with a voice so stern, “Those of you with patches shaved into the backs of your heads are going to die right now.”

Quickly I look up to the boy standing next to me and catch his eyes. In quick understanding he shakes his head slowly left and right at me. I don’t have a patch!  I allow myself very little relief, I glance quickly at the back of his head, and there is a bold spot.  I quickly looked back to the front of his face to tell him. BANG!! BANG!! The next thing I knew blood was splattered across my face. The girl next to me moved closer as we cried in horror together.

BANG!! BANG!!  The gun shots continued. There had to of been at least thirty people here, now many of them were dead. There is a hand on me again, now pushing me into further darkness, into a box? I can barely see what is in front of me. Who are these people? Why would they do this to us? Where are they taking us?  The girl that had been standing next to me is gone. I’m all alone now standing in a box that looks like the kind you see people transporting their animals in.

Everything stays black until I find myself waking up in a small white bedroom with no windows and no doors, only a walk in closet. There is a girl standing inside of it covered in blood, she is shaking and crying loudly. I walk over quickly to help her and see if she knows what is going on. “Hello.” I ask placing my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

“It’s your fault!”  “It’s your fault!”  “He’s in love with you, it’s your fault!”  She screams jerking away from my touch.  I back away from her and ask, “What? Who?”

“Just give him what he wants!” “Just give him what he wants!”  She continues to scream banging her head against the wall repeatedly.I’m completely confused and have no idea what she is talking about, and the fear building in my chest is suffocating.  I watch as she continues to shout, “Just give him what he wants!” and bangs her head against the closet wall some more.

I feel the blood in my veins growing cold with the feeling of someone standing behind me. I turn around quickly and see a man that has appeared behind me. How could he have gotten in here? My heart drops and fear consumes me, as I start to choke on my tears. He is not normal. He is tall with pasty white skin, with one full black cross tattoo covering from under his chin line down to his chest, and has frosted eyes covered with a grey fog.

“Just give him what he wants!”

This must be the him she is referring to. My body feels frozen like a statue as I stare into his eyes. His cold lifeless eyes.  “Just give him what he wants! It’s your fault!” She screams again. I look over to her seeing her smacking her head roughly against the wall still only somehow her pants are now down and she is shaking her butt at us.

Just that second I notice my pants have somehow found their way down as well. My butt started to shake in the same rhythm as the girls.  What the fuck! Is all I can think with horror. I hear the man’s foot steps behind me growing closer. I turn to look at him with my arms up ready to fight him off. Sex? Is that what he wants from me?  

As he starts to advance, I start punching at him, only for it to get me nowhere. He makes no expression as he reaches his hand behind my head taking a handful of my hair and pulls me towards the wall in the far corner of the room. A door way appears out of nowhere and I lose my footing. He continues to pull any ways making me scream out in pain feeling every strand being ripped out of my head.

The next room was a bathroom I look down at the floor seeing roaches and other insects crawling everywhere. I bang my knee on a bathtub that splashes blood down at me. There is a woman’s hand hanging from the side of it with a French manicure.  I have no time to think with him pulling my with great haste into another room with no windows and no doors.

The doorway disappears as soon as we step foot into the next room. On the far wall in the room is a rusted cage that covers the wall completely. There is a girl? She is chained to the floor with shackles on her throat and hands covered in dried blood. Her blonde hair flows down in ringlets covering a filthy pig mask. She starts to squeal loudly as he pulls me closer to the cage and starts to slam my face against it. Every time he pulled my face back and crushed it against it she squealed louder.

He slammed my face into the cage until it became bloody. He finally released me. I fall to the floor feeling weak and hurt.  My hair comes falling to the side of my face from being ripped out, the blood pouring out of my mouth tastes like pennies and makes a pool of red on the piss stained carpet. I inhale the smell of urine heavily waiting for what is to come next. I see the floor under the girls hands covered with nail markings and blood. Her hands are covered with dried blood, one of the nails ripped off entirely, and her clothes stained from sitting in her own filth.

I turn my head up slowly looking for the horrific man.  He’s gone.   She starts to scream, pant, and squeal in the worst animal call. She must be in so much pain. I think looking for a way to open the cage.  I finally lift one of the loos bolts in the left hand corner. I place both hand on each side of the cage and pull with all the strength I can muster up. I lift the lid up enough to fit inside.

“I’m coming to help you!”  I say as the girl is still crying loudly and thrashing her body as far as the chains will let her move.

Once I have reached her I slowly place my hand on her shoulder and start patting her until she calms down. She leans her whole body onto me as I cradle her. I look at her head trying to find where the mask begins. I see a large bolt in the top of her skull holding the mask on. This was never meant to come off of her.

” Who are these people? Why are they doing this us?” I ask pulling the bolt up slowly.

She screams loudly in response then places her hand over mine; I’m unable to make out what she is saying because of the mask muffling her voice. She starts to tug at the bolt herself. I reach for her bone fingers to help her pull it out; as the blood begins to squirt all over us I feel it slowly pulling up. “It’s almost out!” I yell.

The bolt hit the floor with a loud thud, her head poured blood out over her blonde hair and over the pig mask. I reach for the bottom of it lifting it off of her face anxiously waiting to see what this poor girl looks like. My body freezes instantly as I stare into the familiar green eyes of the girl looking back at me. Our souls connect instantly as I realize the girl I’m saving is me. I sit there holding onto my younger self staring into my own familiar eyes not knowing what it means.

The End.