short story #6
disclaimer: contains mild swearing.
his hands wrap around my ankles and pull me down, kicking and screaming.
my eyes widen and i screech and kick with all my strength, i really do not want to die like this!
aarrrgh!
he screams and i hear a satisfying crunch as my foot knocks into his temple. he stumbles and falls back a few boxes.
i look at him groaning a few meters below me, reaching up and trying to grab me. i make a choice and leap off the boxes, praying i don't break my leg or anything important because i need to run from here.
i hit the ground running and am in shock for about two seconds before the pain hits, a white hot sword that slices up my calf, splitting it in half, up my thighs... the pain, the pain!
i stumble towards the exit but it is too late.
he has got me.
i scream and cry as he grabs me from behind, gripping my kicking and screaming form with his steel grip.
he ties my hands with ropes and grunts as he lifts me onto his back. he carries me outside the warehouse and seems to look around for something.
i kick him in the side and he throws me down onto the ground with a howl of pain.
you little bitch!
i shriek in terror as he closes in on me, teeth glinting evilly in the moonlight. i kick at the floor, scooting away as fast as i can but it is useless.
he kicks me in the abdomen and i curl up in soundless pain. the man hauls me on his shoulder and i do not feel pain anymore, i have reached my limit and gone beyond.
i want my life to end.
he throws me into the back of a pickup truck and i try desperately to remember the car's number plate. i know it will be no use when he wrenches it off and hurls the number plate into the bushes nearby.
i howl for help as the truck starts up. i need someone, anyone, to come and save me from this horror.
i wail and scream like a banshee, and the truck's engine stops abruptly. the man comes round the back with a glint in his eye, he stuffs a wad of cloth into my mouth and my screams are muffled.
the engine roars to life and we are off, driving across the vast countryside, away from my home, my family, my friends...
[to be continued in sold]
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Short Storythis was actually meant for one-shots on people dying and i guess it's turned into a place where i write everything that doesn't qualify for my three main books. (this book is sad, give it a candy) but it's important tho! i do story swaps and stuff...
