I stared out the window and sighed.
Why did Kath have to do that?
What did I do to deserve this?
Why couldn’t it happen to someone else?
Alex don’t say that! My brain said.
Shut up brain.
Looking out the window I saw my front lawn, dark and creepy in the moonlight.
Then a face appeared outside my window, as pale as the walls of my bedroom.
I screamed as the man with the pale face opened my window, even though I distinctly remember locking it. Running out of my room, I ran down the hallway and into the kitchen. The pale-faced man didn’t even bother to run, he just strolled into the kitchen.
“There is no use running. I will get you, the sooner the better, for me, but more importantly, for you,” he said with a deep raspy voice.
“What do you want from me?” I screamed, never waiting for an answer, just running out the door into the cool night air.
I can’t remember for how long I ran, fear in my heart as I heard the pale-faced man’s raspy breath behind me.
Give up! Apart of me thought.
I have to try! Said the rest of my brain.
The pale-faced man was catching up, and I was losing speed.
So I stopped.
“Good girl. You finally saw reason,” he said.
I looked at him, looked at my feet.
Then I kicked him in the nuts.
Expecting him to fall down to the ground in pain, I was just about to run when he started to laugh.
Turning around, I saw him standing there, looking like I hadn’t even hurt a fly.
“You seriously think that I feel pain?” the pale-faced man laughed, picking me up with one hand in the process.
I was too scared to struggle, too confused to speak.
So I cried.
Silent tears of fear.
The pale-faced man took me to his van and chucked me in the boot.
It was a long drive. I tried to open to doors, I tried to knock him out, but nothing seemed to work. After a while, too tired to do anything, I just sat in the middle of the boot, crying.
When we finally arrived to where ever he wanted me to go, he opened the boot and took me by the scruff of my neck. He walked along the path of an old, abandoned house. Opening the door, he threw me in, and I fell on the ground with a thud.
Scrambling to my feet, I was going to escape via the window, completely forgetting about the pale-faced man, when he said, “There’s no escape now, now that you’re here in this house.”
“Why?” I said it in such a non-emotional way, that the pale-faced man looked at me in surprise. I was just too tired to be scared any more.
“It will all make sense soon enough,” the pale-faced man said.
Gee he likes the word soon, I thought.
Looking around the old house, I saw nothing expect a great big sofa, that probably used to be grand in its time, but was now rotten from age.
“Sit,” the pale-faced man said, pointing to the old sofa, like I was a dog, not a freacked-out-of-her-mind teenaged-girl.
No way did I want to sit on that old thing, but I did what I was told, and sat on the sofa. He too, was sitting on the sofa, and I tried my best to get as far away from him as possible.
“Look at me,” the pale-faced man said calmly.
Again, I did what I was told. I figured that if I did what he wanted, I wouldn’t get killed or he wouldn’t do anything else to harm me. Well, that’s what I thought.
“Look into to my eyes,” he said.
Slowly, I looked up, and for the first time, our eyes met.
Those, blue, blue eyes. I will never forget them, so clear, so full of beauty. My eyes lit up in awe. I knew this because I could see the reflection of his eyes in mine.
“Now, listen to every word I say.”
I couldn’t help it. I had to do what those beautiful eyes said. So I nodded, too much amazement in me to even speak.
“Now, your name is Kath, and from now on I will call you by that name only. You will also call me Master.”
“Yes Master.”
A tiny bit of my brain tried to fight back, but those eyes were too overpowering.
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My name is Kath.
I love Master. I always do what he tells me to do.
He asked me to do something to Alex. Something horrible. I don’t care; I just do what Master says.
Alex don’t say that!
Shut up brain, my name is Kath.
