The Rabbit Hole

Chapter 6

"Where...where am I?" Is the first whisper from my dry mouth as I awaken on a hardwood floor, the room is dark and my head hurts. I place two fingers on my head and feel a bump, along with a wet substance, blood, my blood. At first I don't know what really happened but then it all comes rushing back. I was attacked at the Bridgewater residence by an unknown person, he hit my head against the wall and...I don't remember after that. I thought it was a nightmare but no, it seems too real. Cold, my feet are cold, realising at that moment that I'm barefoot. Where are my shoes? My right ankle feels colder than my left. I run my hand on it and feel a metallic ring around it, with a chain linked to it leading to the far corner of the room and wrapped around an iron pole. I'm being held captive. By who? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? No time to unravel now, I have to find a way out of this situation. I pull and yank the chain as hard as I can, it's not doing anything but making a loud ruckus. So now, I scream, shout out for help as loud as I can. I scream so loud my throat begins to burn. Up above, footsteps roaming on the hardwood floor. I hear the groaning of the wood as whomever is up there takes a step. The walking stops. The trapdoors open and a thin man comes walking down the stairs, wearing a dungaree with one suspender hanging loose. He stands a few feet away from me, smiling at me with his big yellow teeth, his eyes staring so deep into my soul I can actually feel his presence inside me, pupils not shifting. He has a similar appearance of that creepy guy from that horror movie, Wrong Turn, the thin one. Missing chunks of hair and everything. My heart, my heart is totally beating at an alarming pace, I must be dreaming, this must be a nightmare. Please, don't let this be real.

He approaches, taking each step slowly as he reaches for me and I pull away from him. He reaches, I pull away, edging closer and backing me against a wall. He's standing in front of me, with a band-aid pasted across his nose -the spot where I headbutted him-staring at the side of my face because I turned away from his gaze. I can feel his hot breath on me. He slides a finger under my chin, massaging. In a blink, he grabs my jaw and pulls my head to face him, my eyes closed, shut tight, I can't bare myself to look at this man. "Look at me." He states in a rough tone. In terror, I shake my head at him, still with my eyes shut. "LOOK AT ME!" He orders and out of fear, I open my eyes. Staring back into his eyes. He runs his hand up my arm gently, his body odour musky and rancid, his breath hot and reeking, his teeth faded and grotesque. "You have very beautiful skin. Soft and smooth." He says as he keeps running his hand on my arm. He then glares into my eyes deeply, as if to see a glimmer of my soul. "There's a light in your eyes, I'm here to dim it." He says, all the while rubbing my skin.
"Please, let me go." I sob.
"Don't worry. I will, after I play with you."
He turns and walks away from me, heading back upstairs and shuts the trapdoor of basement he's currently keeping me in.

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