Songspirations

"Bad Girl" Matt Webb

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

One step. Then two. Then three. Matt counted each step mentally. It'd take her atleast four more to reach the hole he was being kept in. Slowly, the steps came to a stop. Everything was silent. Matt bit his lower lip, taking a chance.

"Hello? Is anyone up there? I'd like to go home now." He yelled. Although, the man knew there was no chance of him going home. Not now, not ever. He'd never see his friends again. He'd never see his family. At this point, he was as good as dead. The thought made his heart quicken. He was still young. He didn't want to die. Didn't want the idea of death anywhere near his train of thought. But there it was. His thoughts broke when something was dropped in front of him: a microphone. An older microphone, that is. It was silver, much like the ones they used back in the fifties and sixties. "It sings the song." She said, her voice sounding warped. More than likely to cover her identity. "What?" He asked. This angered her. "It sings the song or it gets the hose again!" She said sternly. "No, no! Anything but the hose again!" The click-clacking of her heels signaled she was leaving. "No! No, please come back!" he pleaded. But, it was no use. Then, the music began to play..

Two days prior..

Matt walked idly on the boardwalk. Thinking to himself. They were happier thoughts, if anything, they were there to keep himself occupied while he walked along the stretch. Footsteps echoed through his head, piercing his thick wall of thought. He looked up to see someone else walking in front of him. It was a woman in a long, beige trench coat. Her hair was past her shoulders. From the distance, she looked quite astonishing. Matt, though, shrugged it off and continued on his way. AS the woman approached him, however, she seemed to be walking directly in front of him. Matt, again, shrugged away any suspicion and tried to swerve out of her way as she passed, but, he lightly nudged her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He said quickly, then turned back around. Matt reached up to fix his jacket, feeling something of importance was gone: his wallet. The only explanation was that the woman he had bumped into had taken it from his pocket. How? Hell, he was no thief, he wouldn't quite know. Matt turned around on the balls of his feet and chased her down. "Hey! Excuse me!" He yelled. She didn't turn around. Matt continued to chase her, keeping a healthy distance. He watched her cross the street in a light jog and enter, what looked like, a bar. Looking both ways, Matt, too, jogged across the street. When he walked in, there was no sign of the girl whatsoever. He looked around the bar frantically, and as if reading his mind, the bartender gestured toward the back while cleaning a glass. Matt nodded a silent thank you, then pushed his way through the small crowd. He came across a hallway, and kept moving forward. She's gotta be here somewhere.. He thought. On cue, he was shoved up against a wall by none other than the woman he was looking for. A closer look at her proved his earlier theory about how astonishing she truly was. She placed both arms on either side of his face, closed her jade green eyes, and began to lean in for a kiss. Kissing a stranger? "At least take me out to dinner first." Matt said with a slight laugh. Then, in an instant, he flipped them around. He held a small smirk. A light blush crept into her cheeks. Shyly, the woman looked away. She looked in all directions, steering clear of Matt's gaze. "I know you have my wallet, may I please have it back?" Matt said smoothly. Matt was an awkard person, but when it came down to it, he could be as smooth as any other guy out there. Thinking about it, was this some kind of ploy to get his attention? The woman, still nameless, continued to avoid his gaze. Her eyes finally traveled to meet his. Matt himself felt a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. "What's your name?" She only smiled. No words. Just a smile. They stayed like that, just staring at eachother. After what seemed like an eternity, the woman pushed Matt away and scurried out the back door. Matt, taken a back at the sudden movement, silently cursed at himself for letting her get away.

He quickly turned and followed her. It was like a game of cat and mouse, and Matt wondered why she was going through all of this trouble. What did she have in mind? Matt burst through the door. It lead to a dimly lit alley. He looked left, then right. He wasn't able to see any figures. It was just dark. He took two steps forward, the gravel crunching loudly underneath his shoes, and placed his hands behind his head, weaving his fingers together. He exhaled a sigh. Now, he'd have to cancel his credit card. Possibly track it. There was so much that would have to be done, all because he let some girl get away. For all he knew, she could be some crazed stalker. He chuckled to himself. That couldn't be. She was too innocent looking, too shy. Behind him, gravel crunched softly underneath the light weight of a woman. Matt, too lost in his thoughts, was an easy target. Slowly, the crunching grew louder and louder. The sound of electricity coming to life finally made Matt turn around, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. But, by then, it was too late. The woman wrapped her arm around him, then pushed the tazer into the side of his neck and he was out like a light.

Present..

Matt had woken up in a hole the next day. Not knowing what had happened, or where he was, until it hit him. It was too late by then. The entire day he kicked and screamed. He threatened and pleaded, to no avail. He was stuck here until he was found, or worse, dead.

Matt pressed his back against the dingy, gray wall and slid down to the floor, bringing his knees up to his chest. He blinked a few times. A water bottle was tossed down the hole. It slowly rolled to him, lightly hitting his foot. Matt looked up, only to see a small shadow covering a small area of light, then it disappeared. He licked his lips. He was thirsty, all right. To trust this? Probably not the smartest idea. But he needed to survive, somehow, someway. He gingerly reached out to the bottle, then brought it close to him. He opened to bottle, then took a small sip from it. Instantly, he wanted more. He chugged the rest of the water. The water slipped from his grip. Tired. He suddenly felt tired. Everything began to spin. A nap, that's what he needed, a nap..

When Matt awoke, everything was blurry. As far as he knew, everything was an off-white color. He tried to move, but his arms were strapped to what he was sitting on. He assumed the were ropes. His hands were taped to the chair, aswell as his ankles and his mouth.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The same heels he's heard the last few days. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Whatever was over his head was now pulled off. It took a few seconds before his eye sight adjusted. Matt frantically looked around, taking in the sight. On the walls were pictures of him doing normal, day to day things. There were also sketches and maps. His eyes widened in shock, as well as fear. The woman, still nameless, walked towards him once more. She wore a corset that hugged every inch of her body with six inch platform heels. That was all she wore. To his right was a video camera. The woman tore tape off of Matt's mouth in a quick tug, like taking off a band-aid. He stared at her silently. She pushed him back, her face like stone. She straddled him, then almost instantly, jumped off and danced around. She shook her delicate hips in a circular motion. She touched his shoulder, then with the same hand, pushed his head as if aggravated by him. The woman pulled her hand back and struck the side of his cheek. Matt grimaced, taking the hit and staying silent. What was he supposed to say? She slid onto his lap, then crossed her legs. The brunette weaved her fingers through Matt's hair in a sensual manner. She looked at him seductively. Slowly, she brought his face to her neck whispered words into his ear. Again, she pushed his head the side as if aggravated, and slid off of Matt's lap. She slapped the tape onto Matt's mouth, then pressed her lips against his. Hard. With swaying hips, she walked to the corner. Desperately, Matt fidgeted in his seat, trying to see what she was doing. Maybe he'd knock himself over and get his hands free. The woman picked up an object with a wooden handle. As she turned around, Matt's heart was struck with fear. This was the end. He knew it. No! NO! His mind screamed. With an axe in her hand, she crouched beside Matt, taunting him with the weapon. She walked in circles around Matt. All he could do was sit. He couldn't move anything. He was done for. Still, he faught. He squirmed, until finally, she stood directly in front of him. She raised the axe. Matt's eyes widened, and he began to grow anxious. He moved from side to side, shaking his head violently. She brought down the axe, and Matt was still.