Taken by him..

Escape Plan No.1

Chapter 5:

So if had been taken, me alerting them probably wouldn't give me the best escape plan. If they heard me I didn't have much time, but I could use my past injury, well the object that hurt me to my advantage.

I leant down and picked it up with my teeth I could feel then chiseling down the wooden handle, yes i had sharp teeth. By the time I had cut away the rope, I had worn down the wood on the knife handle, it felt really cheap as if the metal would bend if you tried to attack, unfortunately and fortunately that wasn't the case for me. No that my hands were free I started on my legs. But while I was cutting the rope off it felt strange that it would be so easy to escape, too easy.

Once I had freed my legs, I attempted standing up, I failed. My legs falling to the floor once again, I burst into tears, why did I have to end up here? I almost felt persuaded to take the knife and end it here. But I might still have a chance. I just needed to get out of here.

On my second attempt I managed to scrape up off the floor, taking it step by step pulling my foot across the floor as I clambered onto the sides for help. Now I needed to make it up the stairs, hopefully I would have enough time before whoever took me would find out.

I headed for the stairs, steadying myself for the first one, when I heard a clink coming from upstairs, then what sounded like the turn of a door knob, i rushed back to my space and moved the ropes back to their original places.

As I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, tears drew up in my eyes, why would someone even think of doing this to someone?

I kept my head down, I didn't want to look at them it would only make things worse.

"So" He began, his voice was deep that's how I could tell it was a man. "are you enjoying your stay?"

I felt bile draw up in my throat, his tone was sarcastic yet with a sense of humour in his voice, did he find this funny?

"Answer me Olivia" He threatened, almost annoyed I was silent in fear.

"How do you know my name?" I Asked my voice croaky, from fear.

"I know everything about you" He answered, then came over to me and lifted my head up, and I saw his deep scarred smile compared to my forlorn and sombre expression, my smile wasn't there it was almost as if he had taken it off me to carve it into his own.

I knew this man, he had stalked me a few days back, now the situation had gotten 10 times worse.

"Why did you follow me?" I asked, looking up to stare at him in his enlarged eyeballs.

"You amuse me, I thought I would find it interesting to k-k-kill you" He stuttered his voice seemingly excited when talking about the subject. It made me sick.

He pushed my chin fully up, using quite some force. I felt my vomit rising close to my mouth, He stunk of old blood, metallic rust to be exact. And bins and other foul smells, maybe to hide from his victims before striking, or the police.

"Now this isn't my usual get up, y'know bringing the victim here I usually kill at their homes" " It's usually easier than trying to hide the body here, if I get inspected but I wanted to have my way with you." He said, cleaning his knife.

"Have your way with me?" I questioned.

"You'll find out" he finished as he drew his knife close to my and cut me from my lip upwards leaving scars just like his on his face. I think I knew what he was up to.