Curiosity Killed the Cat

Chapter One

Five girls, all tied up with their hands above their heads and their feet barely touching the ground. In the middle of the room was a chair with a sixth girl, but she had been gutted. Her torso was torn up, opened with all her guts falling out. Her skin was paler than the snow and all her blood was black and red. She had been there for awhile I had determined, by the stench and the rotting of her corpse.

I suddenly got lightheaded and doubled over, blowing chunks of my birthday cake. Jackson just stood there, marveling over the girls held captive. Was this some kind of human trafficking thing? What the hell was going on here?

After I was done throwing up, I tried to run, but he easily caught me. "Where are you going?" He demanded.

"Anywhere but here! Please don't kill me, Jacks!" I screamed, struggling in his grip. He chuckled and let me go. I hurriedly ran up the stairs and out the front door. Looking around, I ran to the left, having no clue as to where I was. Tree after tree, bush after bush, rock after rock, everything looked the same in the woods. I stopped for a second to catch my breath. Feeling like my lungs were burning, tears began to roll down my face. Who was this man? He sure as hell wasn't my brother.

"Cat!" I heard his voice yell from the distance. Tensing up, I recognized the sound of his truck driving through the woods. I continued to run until I reached a river. "Catherine?!" His voice echoed through the empty air. This was it. This was how I was going to die. I got down on my knees and clasped my hands together.

His truck parked behind me and I heard him laugh. "God won't help you now, baby sister." He picked me up as I struggled, barely managing to get me into the bed of his truck. He held my hands together with one hand and held duct tape with another. After tying me, he left me in the bed and began driving. The tears keep coming and I started to imagine how he'll kill me. Will it be like the girl in the chair? What had my brother turned into?

The truck stopped and I could hear his footsteps as he closed the driver's side door. He pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. He took me into the house and down to the basement.

"Jackson, please! Please, don't kill me! Please!" I yelled, my voice filled with desperation. Ignoring my pleas, he threw me down onto the cold floor and shook his head at me.

"Why would I kill the thing I love the most? My prized possession." He smiled, squatting down to my level and caressing my cheek. I turned away from the gesture, terrified of him. He took his hand back and got up from the ground. I look around and notice all of these girls were wearing my clothes. Shaking, I struggle to get loose but to no avail. He walked to the center of the room and pets the head of the deceased girl. "Angelica here, she was such a bad girl that she had to be punished. She tried to run, so I had to show her who's in charge."

"You're sick!" I screamed, my voice shaky. He walked behind me and came back into my vision with a few trash bags and a saw, doing the unthinkable. All the girls scream as he starts cutting off the limbs of the dead girl. I, on the other hand, threw up again. I became hysterical and scooted myself as far away from the situation as possible, praying that he wouldn't hurt me. I ended up under a table and a screw driver fell in front of me. I tried to get it with my feet, but they were taped together too tightly. I looked up, seeing him stuff her body and limbs into the trash bags and almost threw up again.

He walked up the stairs with the bags and I took my chance. Trying to get the screwdriver once more, I was able to kick it towards my hands. Grabbing it, I held the tool tightly, just waiting for my chance. I heard the creak of the stairs as he walked back down. "Now, where are you, kitty cat?" He eerily said, as if this was all just a game. He looked around until he spotted me under the table. Strutting over to me, he dragged me out by my legs and placed me on the chair. I took my chance and tried to stab him with the screwdriver, but he caught my arm, taking it from my hand.

"Girls, this is who I've been telling you about. This is Cat, my little sister." He announced, looking at all the girls chained to the one wall. pointing to each one, he introduces them to me. "Sally, Jenna, Marie, Cassidy, and Leila."

"Jackson, please let me go!" I cried, my whole body shaking. He shook his head and took some tape, securing me to the chair. Now bound to this metal chair, I knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"Be good girls and you'll get a special treat. It's Cat's birthday." He smiled maliciously before walking upstairs and shutting the door. I screamed and pleaded for help, but to avail.

"Stop trying, the closest house is ten miles away. It's no use." One of the girls said. I remembered her name was Leila.

"How long have you been here?" I quietly asked, the tears still coming.

"What's the month?" She asked.

"September."

"Seven months." My stomach dropped when she said that. What has he done to them? What is he gonna do to me? I looked at the other four girls and realized they all had one thing in common.

They all looked like me.