Short Stories

How did this happen?

"How could you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are, you can't treat people like this?" I spit out at my captor.

 He smiles slightly like the way a hunter smiles at his prey. I could see the knife he is cradling in his hand. Flaunting it in my face. That knife can either be my salvation or my destruction.

 If I can only get my hands on that knife. I can free myself from these blasted ropes that are bounding my hands together. 

"Aw c'mon sweetheart, you should know by now, I'm not like any other guys you slept with." He said with a slight grin on his face. How I wish I could slap that stupid grin off his smug face.

 I admit I slept with how many guys before him, but he was different. I thought he was special, I thought I found the one. He was kind and gentle, making me feel like I'm on clouds.

 I thought he wouldn't hurt me... but here I am, hands bound to a pole, ripped clothes exposing my breast. He laughs as I try to struggle from this horrid horror.

 "Alrighty sweetheart, let's have some fun!" He says as he stalks towards me. 

I struggle with all my might as he comes closer. I know what he intends to do and that's not happening anymore. When he is within range, I give him a swift kick where it hurts and he drops to the ground, grunting in pain, holding his private area.

 I seize the opportunity and kick the knife that has fallen towards my hands. I clutch the knife like it's my lifeline and start cutting the ropes frantically. He stirs, trying to get up but still groans in the pain.

 That blasted sicko deserved it.

 I feel the ropes fall as soon as I cut the last strand. We stand up at the same time but now I have the knife in hand. His grin disappears once he sees me free and armed. He chuckles lightly, seeing me fragile and partially naked.

 I wish I could understand this man.

 "C'mon sweetheart, now be a good little girl, drop the knife, and get on the bed. You know you're dying too. You can't resist me." He says cockily.

 I can't deny his handsome good looks, but how can someone so perfect be so undeniable psychotic. He flashes a quick flirty smile towards me, ugh why are boys so seductive towards woman.

 I don't know what to do. I'm the one who is armed and he is my prey now, but there's something about him that makes me feel, I don't know, hypnotized. Deep down, I know I can't resist him, but I have to if I'm ever gonna get out of this disgusting hideaway of his.

 I aim my knife, not letting him make the slightest little movement. I can see the fear in his eyes knowing his knife is now in my hands. 

I pull back the knife ready to let it fly when someone behind me grabs me by the neck and dangles me off the ground. He puts a foul smelling cloth to my face. I try to hold on to consciousness but I can't. My vision blurs, everything is getting dark.

 I blacked out after that!

 I awake in what seems to be a dog crate. The ground is covered in hay and a foul smell is surrounding me, or maybe it's just me considering I haven't showered in a while.

 My arms and legs are bound together by duct tape. Same with my mouth, covered in duct tape. 

I try to give the metal door a kick but it hardly budged. I try another kick, harder this time and it's an improvement. I continue to kick with all my might until I collapse into exhaustion and black out again.

 I'm awake again but not in my crate. I'm chained to a wall in a small cave. It's dark and eerie in here. My mouth is still duct taped making it harder to breathe in this humid cave. I can barely smell but I can pick up the slight smell of salt.

 Salt water, meaning there's an ocean by this cave. If only I can get out of these blasted chains. I pull and pull with all my might, screaming against the duct tape, struggling to break free.

 A laugh echoes throughout the cave. It stops me in my struggles as I'm frightened by the shadow lurking by me. I shiver as I feel the shadow move closer to me, bringing a cold chill down my spine.

 I fight with all my might, trying to break out of these bounds. I know this guy will not be made a fool by me again. There's not gonna be any chance of escape if he's around so this is my one and only chance.

 I pull at the chains, punching the walls, trying to break them down. It's no use though. Every punch drains the energy from me. Causing fatigue and drowsiness. 

I don't know if I can hold on any longer. My eyes blur from my tears, knowing that I will be forever trapped here, forced into slavery by this cruel man.

 I hear someone coming.

 My vision gets black as I try to hold onto the image of the man facing me now. 

Those dark eyes filled with hatred that once was filled with kindness and hope.

 That jet black hair, always falling over his left eye. The way he can make a girl tremble to the ground. 

That smirk he always gave me, that flirty smirk. Filled with treacherous lies.

 He speaks something but I can't quite tell what he is saying. There is one line that does stick out to me, and it still haunts me to this very day. 

He says "If only you weren't so stupid. You shouldn't have fallen for me."Sighing, he says "I guess it was easy to get you, considering I'm your brother!"

Authors Note

Who Saw That Coming. Thanks for reading this short excerpt. It's something I have wrote a while ago and I hope it was something interesting to read. Another short excerpt will be added soon. Also, if you haven't read my new story, Broken Memories, make sure to give that a read. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Leave a comment on what you think and don't forget to vote.