In the dark.

Prologue

"It's been dark for 10 years," Zora sighed. She sat on an old bed staring at the window from the cabin. The forest beyond this cabin seemed to engulf the cabin making it always dark. The soft sound of the rain seemed all that was well. "Focus Zora, there's no point in admiring the scenery, dumbass," Zora snapped at herself. Refocusing the situation, she leapt from the bed on to the old,wooden floor. "Oh crap, I forgot that he tied my feet and hands together with duct tape," Zora whimpered. She plopped on to the floor, stopping in front of a mirror which seemed to be the only thing that brought life into this sullen and melancholy room. Zora took her time to observe herself before she makes her deceitful encounter. "Wow. Haven't I turned into a beauty bombshell these past 10 years? As expected, I always look great," she smirked. Indeed, this was in fact the truth. Zora had the looks of a goddess. Because of those looks and background..things turned sour.  She had long jet black hair that flowed like a waterfall onto her shoulders. Her milky white skin outshone the moon in the dark. The piercing electric blue eyes that were once playful now turned cold. "What the hell? I just found my way out," Zora smiled. A shard of glass shined on the floor as well as a key. She snatched the glass piece and began cutting the tape that bound her like a cage.  "Woah. It feels so good to not be taped up, "she smirked . Slowly, Zora got up being careful not to make a sound. The sound of footsteps could be heard from outside her door. She delicately puts the key into the keyhole. "I hope this works, "she says hopefully. The doorknob clicks and unlocks. Slowly taking  step forward, she takes this chance to observe this hell she has been in. The hallways were vast and large. A long Persian carpet has been put on to the creaking, wooden floor. His pictures of previous accomplishments on the wall seemed like a mockery. "Today is the day where I get my turn, son of a bitch," Zora clenched her fists, feeling a rush of anger swelling in her. She walked down the hallway leading to the front door. Breathing heavily she stood in front of the door. Zora turned the doorknob and opened the door. The rush of cold air enveloped her . The smell of fresh fir trees and the feeling of snow touched her face. Suddenly, she feels a hand jerk her away from the door. Violently, Zora is thrown onto the floor, bruising her face. "It's him. I have to get out of this," she thought to herself. Getting a quick glimpse of his face, she saw the eyes of a madman, wild and rabid. He grabbed her neck and began suffocating her. The strength of his hands took each breath away from her. The world began to blur around her. She cocked her head to the side and spotted a hammer he usually kept for handiwork. Zora grabbed the hammer and threw the hammer at his face . He staggered backwards and fell onto the countertop behind him. He coughed out blood and grabbed a glass lantern. He slowly got up but plummeted back to the ground as because he was unconscious. Taking this chance to escape she burst through the front door, into the woods. Zora turned around and saw the man chase her. The cabin blurred out in the night as she kept on running. She felt the breath of fresh air, free air. She looked behind her again swiftly and realized that she was now on a highway. The highway was completely empty and barren with no cars or life. "This is the life of me, Zora Dale. Before this hell happened, this is the story of how my life was these past 10 years and before I got kidnapped, "Zora said to herself as she passed out on to the side of the highway.