Chapter 1
I wake up with a pounding headache and the smell of smoke burning in my nose. I try to open my eyes only to realize that all I can see is black. The blindfold tied around my eyes is preventing me from seeing anything else.
I do a run down of my situation to assess how bad it is. My hands are tied up as are my feet and the ropes wrapped around my waist and legs tie me to what I assume is a wooden chair.
I attempt to use the back of the chair to take my blindfold off, but while doing so I fall over, hitting my head on the ground.
The room echoes with the sound, and the world around me fades as I go unconscious for the second time.
I wake up to the unpleasant smell of burning hair. My headache has gotten considerably worse, and I consider letting the blackness consume me again. A quick smack to my cheek makes my decision for me as my eyes fly open.
In front of me stands the man from the bar only this time he's discarded the sunglasses, leaving his hoodie as his only defining feature from the night before.
"Good morning, Lauren," he rasps out.
"I thought your hair could use a little trim," he says while grinning evilly.
I look down and a scream escaped my dry lips as I realize that my hair's on fire.
"Oh, don't worry about that, it's not like anyone is going to see you again anyways," he says with malice filling his tone.
Another scream tears through my lips as I squirm around to attempt to put out the fire. Tears trail down cheeks as the flames climb up my hair and lick my face.
I scream for help, as the pain tears through my skull and hits it's peak. A harsh laugh from my captor causes me to glance up only to find his face directly in front of mine.
I'm doused in a bucketful of water, that extinguishes the flames that covered my hair. A gleeful smile lights up his scar ridden face as he taunts, "You didn't think I would let you leave me that easily now, did you Dove?"
He turns around, and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving me to wonder why he had called me Dove.
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Playing With Fire
HorrorMy hands shake in their binds as he lifts the knife to the flame and twists it slowly. "This will only hurt a bit," he lies. He steps closer and places the knife at my shoulder, gently pressing it in a path down my arm, not hard enough to draw blood...
