Revenge

Chapter 3: Unknowing

Chapter 3: Unknowing

I see a bright light shine through my eyelids. I open then in a startled panic. I feel a rope bounding my wrists together behind my back, my lips are sealed together with tape, and my legs are chained to the chair Im sitting in. I can just make out the image of a girl out of the corner of my eye. She looks like one big Halloween costume. She has short, dyed black hair. Her eyes are heavily coated in mascara and she has so many piercings in her face, it hurts just looking at her.

Her pale skin shimmers, giving off a threatening aura. I kick my feet aggressively, and try to pull my hands from the binds that hold my wrists together, but that only causes the bindings to dig into my skin more, scrapping at the delicate flesh there. The girl beside me completely ignores my struggling. I feel an odd hotness fill my body. Sweat begins to bead my forehead, under my armpits, and my chest. I can feel the throbbing in my head, beating rapidly to the rhythm of my heart.

Minutes later, I see a man come from behind the camera. I recognize him. He is the man who had stuffed me in the trunk.

He doesn't even bother looking at me. Instead, he turns to the camera, his face incredibly close. Is this the ransom video? Would my father even pay the ransom?

"Dear-O-dear, your daughter has got herself in quite a pickle," the man says, in a psychotically high-pitched voice. I blink my eyes furiously, refusing to let the tears spill out. "But we both know what happens when our daughters get ourselves in pickles. Don't we, Fredrick?" He burst into a harsh cackle, revealing his years and years of smoking. His face contorts quickly into a stern looking face. "They pay," he finishes. They pay? I can't quite wrap my head around this. His daughter? My fathers daughter? That's me... Why do I need to pay?

I want to scream but the tape confines the outburst.

The girl beside me turns to me and whips something out from in her sleeve. It takes me a minute to realize its a knife. I begin to shake uncontrollably as she walks slowly behind me, leaving my field of view. The man moves from the camera and into the shadows, a wicked grin on his face. Oh, God, no!

The ropes abruptly drop from my wrists, the blood pulsing through my hands. My arm is roughly pulled to the side and I see the girl holding out my arm for the camera to see. She traces my arm playfully with the knife, sending jolts of fear through my body. Something tells me it's not she wants to do.

I swing my other hand at her, but before it meets her jaw, another figure jumps from the shadows. My arm is ripped into an uncomfortable position behind my back that brings more tears to my eyes. I groan at the intense, knawing pain that continues to pulse through my arm and extend across my shoulder-blade and back.

I feel the rough point of the blade, dig into my skin. Tears stream down my face as I try to scream. I try focusing on the red, recording light of the camera, but it is just a blur. What did I do to deserve this?!

My arm stings horribly as the knife continues to dig into my skin. I feel the warm blood gushing through the cuts, bringing more pain to my arm. A horrid metallic smell begins to waft through the air.

She holds my arm up for the camera to see. She then releases my arm, the knife no longer embeded into my skin. However, the harsh stinging continues. I feel an awful, dreadful ache pulse throughout my whole body. The person releases my arm and walks into the shadows followed by the girl. The red, recording light flashes off and the light on me turns off, turning everything into a dark shadow. I hear a faraway door slam. It feels like the darkness is clouding around me, crushing me. My eyelids droop as I begin to feel lightheaded. What did I do to deserve this?

I look down at my arm, covered in a dark red substance. I could just make out one word -outlined in blood- carved into my skin: REVENGE.