Death In Paradise

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All innocence was lost. All hell had broken loose. Everything I had once loved or cared about was gone and it was my fault.

You know what they say, 'if you don't fight for what you love, don't cry for what you lose.' I guess I didn't fight hard enough. The life I has once called my own seemed very distant and foreign to me now. Past decisions haunted me.

I had been trapped in this hellhole for God knows how long. My life was turning to shambles right before my eyes.

The sound of feet slapping against the concrete ground made its way to my ears. My eyes that had been shut for an hour opened quickly. The noise was getting closer and closer. At that moment, I wished I had kept my eyes shut as the door opened.

"My, oh, my. What do we have here?" I said nothing to his question. "It's kinda dim in here, don't ya think?" I wanted to yell, cry, fight. Anything to get him to leave me alone. But most importantly, I wanted to escape. I longed to leave, to be free and safe once again.

"You're not going to answer, sweetheart?" It was too dark that I could barely see who was asking these questions, but I had seen his face and heard his voice too many times to ever forget.

He opened the door a little wider. A bit of light from the outside seeped in. Just a single beam of illumination revealed his face.  If I didn't know him, I would've thought he was a handsome older man, but I wasn't lucky.  I knew that he was a twisted old man who lived for sadism.

"Aw, I hate when you don't talk to me." He frowned dramatically and took a step closer. We stayed like that in silence, staring at each other for minutes before he spoke, "Come here." He used his index finger to point to the spot adjacent to him.

I shook my head in sheer terror. I didn't want to be anywhere near him.

"Come here." He repeated again, but that time it was a more firm command. Once again, I shook my head, silently begging him to not make me stand up.

Tired of me not listening, he stepped forward, right in front of me. "You have one last change to come here before I make you."

Cautiously, I stood up. Fatigue plagued my legs immediately. I hadn't stood up in days– the longest he's left me unbothered.

"Very good." He smiled, a glint of evil shining in his eyes.  "Come closer." I obeyed and took one more step forward. I forced myself to look him in the eyes.

"Perfect." He laughed maniacally. "Don't look away, my dear." He grabbed my chin and forced me to lock eyes with him again.

"Don't touch me." I mumbled.

He squinted his eyes. "What was that?" I opened my mouth to speak again, but said nothing.

"That's what I thought." He breathed his cigar smelling breath on my face. He let go of me and left my prison, closing the door behind him. I heard a series of locks and latches click into place. Once again I was trapped in this dank hell-hole with narrow chances of escape.

A/N: how'd you like it? This was a physical draft that I had written months ago and I thought I'd publish the first chapter. Vote+Comment!