She woke up hours later, with so many things aching that she couldn't think straight. The duct tape was removed from her mouth, but her arms were still tied. As she looked around, she realized she was tied to a thick, metal pole that reached high into the ceiling. She was in some kind of warehouse. Typical. It was filthy, naturally, the floor was stained with dirt, scratches and miscellaneous stains that weren't much of a mystery. It was so dark she could barely see a foot in front of her. She didn't know what was beyond that, and she didn't want to. She just wanted to leave.
The man approached slowly, each footstep savagely climatic "There's no point in fighting, you know," His voice was low and gravelly.
"I..." She was shaking hard out of fear, but she looked him in the eye, glowing with hatred "I'll never stop..."
"What a shame." The man sighed and bent down to her level. He ran his hand across her cheek and she spat at him. His lip curled and he grabbed her forcefully. She struggled and kicked, but she couldn't do anything. He slowly began to untie her, and realization stuck her "No... No, STOP! NO!" She screamed as loud as her lungs would let her. She dug her nails into his arms but he didn't budge. His hands found her neck and though she squirmed and fought for her life, for her pride, everything went black.
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Fear - A Short Horror Story
Short StoryChristelle Roux has been taken. She doesn't know who this man is, or what he plans on doing with her, but she's not sure if she even wants to make it out alive. Only 1000 words long (Feel free to count!)
