The Master Puppeteer

1. The Master Puppeteer

My heart beat furiously, the adrenaline and shock ran like wild fire through my system. I had never expected to wake up the way I had. On the hard gritty ground, with the darkness swallowing up my very being. Pain thrumming through my body, both sharp and dull, emanating from what seemed like everywhere.

My eyes slowly adapted to the dark, using the light of the moon to guide my eyes. What I saw, had me heaving. I was covered in congealed blood and wrapped with, what seemed to be, fisherman line around my limbs. I could not breathe. Panic suffocated my thoughts. Choked me of the air in my lungs, and squeezed the organ in my chest. My body trembled. Not only from the cold that seeped deep into my bones, but from the knowledge that someone hurt me and was still capable of continuing to hurt me.

My memories didn't give me a clue as to what could have occurred. It was all but a black hole. All I knew, was that I needed to leave. To run and keep running. To get help.

Struggling to balance my equilibrium, I tried to stand, but I slipped, landing hard and right back into the horrific mess.

I screamed, high pitched, raspy; piercing my eardrums with the sound.

Oh gods!                                                                              

Tears of frustration and absolute terror slipped down my dirty face.

I started to sob.

Body wracking, hiccupping sobs.

My breathing was getting shallower, and I was positive if I didn't calm down soon, I would be laying in this mess a lot longer than I wanted to. And the person who did this to me would come back and finish me off.

Still, panic seized my whole body. Arresting me of doing any other function than to hyperventilate and cry.

Slowly my vision started to fade, black dots closing in slowly from the edges. My fingers twitched in the slippery substance beneath me. Taking in another shaky breath, my body went numb and I was lost to the world of reality.