My Worst Nightmare

Chapter One-Upside Down

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. I woke up to the sound of.... leaky pipes? I opened my eyes to find my nose inches away from a cement floor. There's no way a chair could be on the ceiling. Attempting to stretch my legs, I came to the conclusion that they were tied with what felt like military knots. Thick ropes entrapped my upper and lower body. Then there was the matter of my hands. They were stuck together as if I was holding hands with someone. I felt them at my sides, starting to become irritated. How did I even get here? I thought as I struggled to break free. I began inwardly kicking myself for not attending those training camps every summer. I was his princess, but not the glass slipper kind. He wanted me to be his Air Force, hand to hand combating princess. I scoffed at the idea of following in his footsteps. The last rope I realized went from my feet to a bar on the ceiling. I focused my gaze on the nearest door, which was chained up, and then my eyes trailed to the window. The glass had been shattered and blood traced the shards. The walls were peeling and paint chips sprinkled the floor. There was a single chair in the center of the room... and footsteps. I must be on the top floor, because whoever is coming up here is either really old or there are just a lot of steps. When the footsteps near wet droplets form under my arms. "HELLOOOOO", I called. "CAN YOU HEAR MEEEE", I called louder. I never was the quiet submissive type. A man walked into the room, glanced at me and then quickened his pace in my direction. He stood in front of me and then proceeded to squat to my face level. He examined my features, and then asked in a voice almost as low as a dog whistle " Why you were you following us?"  "What were you writing?" "How did you know where we'd be?" Honestly I didn't even know what he was talking about. My hangover was still there from last night, and his face went in and out of focus. I felt even worse being tied upside down. Worried that I might throw up the remainder of my beer in his face, I kept my mouth shut and tried to swallow. All I remember about last night is one minute I'm dancing on my best friend and the next thing I know, I'm hanging from the ceiling of a random room. Finally I decided to speak, but all that came out was awkward squeaking. "U-um I meant I-I don't know what you're talking about sir", I stuttered. Wow four years of colleges and four years of grad school  and  I managed to sound uneducated in a matter of seconds. I tried to master a confident look, but probably looked flushed due to being upside down for such a long amount of time. The guy stood up and pulled something out of his back pocket. It was my writing pad. I felt a deep pang of fear and concern. To some, it was just paper, but to me that was my paycheck and my case findings. He began wordlessly flipping through the atrocity that was my handwriting, and stopped at the intended page. He crouched back down to my face level and glared at me, causing me to stutter again. "I-I d-don't k-know what you want from me", I stammered.  "I want to know why you drew his face and why you were following a tip". His face went from intrigued to furious, and I knew I was toast. "I don't remember anything, really I don't. I was just following a lead", I finished. "There's the truth", he said in  an almost singsong voice. He stood up, went behind me and tightened the ropes. As he was walking away I yelled, "Let me go, you prick"! I went to hurl another insult, but my head started to pound really loud, and everything went black.

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