All I never wanted

Part 3

His words echoed hollowly.

There was a long pause before his words sank in. His basement? What are we doing here? Is he going to kill me here?

Nobody would ever know, unless they heard a gunshot or my screams, but I couldn't utter a word. I had a lump in my throat and my hearth in my mouth. I felt dizzy, like I was going to pass out. It was quite surprising that I was still standing on my feet. I was so timid that almost anyone and anything could frighten me, let alone a madman with a gun.

I was blindfolded and I couldn't know what he was doing, because there were no other sounds beside my breathing. I could picture it, though. I had only seen one horror movie in my entire life, but I could easily imagine being the main character.

I listened so carefully that my ears were burning, but I didn't detect any movement. It seemed he was just standing on one spot. Maybe he's looking at me, studying all the possibilities to secretly finish me off. He probably has a gun in his hand, pointing it at my head, at my heart ...

The silence was insufferable. I opened my mouth, but all that came out was a squeak. I didn't even know what to say. I could plead him to keep me alive, but I doubted it would have any positive effects. He was a monster and monsters don't think straight.

Suddenly a quiet sound of steps alarmed me. He was coming closer.

I waited for pain, but it didn't come. Instead, he spoke to me.

"You can take off your mask now," he said almost gently, making me feel a little disconcerted. I didn't trust him and I had an unpleasant hunch that this was just a game for him. A very twisted game. I would pray for safety if I wasn't becoming so numb.

I obeyed him anyway. It took me about five attempts before I managed to take it off with trembling hands.

"There you go," he said as he took it away.

I didn't dare look around, but even if I did, it was so dark that I would hardly see anything at all. I could discern his silhouette. His hands were in his pockets which comforted me a bit.

"Well ... I'm going to lock you up now, but I'll bring you something to eat later."

I stared at him, trying to process his words. He couldn't possibly just leave me in such a spooky place. I knew it was stupid, but I was really afraid of the dark.

"See you!"

My breathing got heavier in a second.

"Wait ..." I sobbed in despair and he turned to me with a surprised look on his face. I covered my mouth, because I was ashamed of myself. I was being ridiculously stupid. If he wants to leave your side, let him!

I remained quiet, so he shook his head and grabbed the door handle.

"Please don't leave me here!" I screamed in panic before I could even think it through. I wanted him to be as far away from me as possible, but ...

"I'm afraid of dark places," I muttered and the next moment I was crying again.

"You can turn the light on, you know," he said sarcastically. He flicked a light switch on and a bright gleam of light embraced the place.

He then left me in the basement, in the middle of nobody-knows-where, and all I could do was weep and wipe my tears with my shirt.