The Rider

Numb

"All alone in this world she was in it for the feeling" - Me
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"Mmmm!"

"Shhh.." The person whispers from behind me.

"This will only take a second."

As soon my nose comes in contact with a wet cloth I start panicking.

Chloroform.

He has both of my hands in a tight grip behind me and is sitting on my back, whispering in my ear. Instead of waking up to the sun shining and the fucking birds singing, I'm woken up by a psychopath in the middle of the night.

Fuck..

I slowly start becoming weak and stop fighting against him. My vision is blurry and I can't move a muscle. My thigh is in a massive amount of pain due to my wound and I feel myself screaming internally, not having the strength to do anything about it.

No. This can't be happening to me.

He gently lets go of my hands and removes himself from above me. I try to focus on his face but all I see is darkness.

"Y-yo-u" I manage to say but it's barely even a whisper.

"Yess me."

He grabs my left leg and pulls me down the bed. He pulls my limp body up and throws me onto his shoulder and I shudder at the amount of pain my leg is in. He holds my legs as I dangle from behind him. He starts walking and stops to adjust me properly on his shoulder. He walks out the apartment and I'm suddenly hit by the cold night breeze. I can't feel a thing, even breathing is difficult. My eyelids become heavy with each passing second and my breathing is harsh and strangled.

I feel like I'm dying.

Maybe I am.

Black dots start to invade my vision and I slowly close my eyes taking my last strangled breath.
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"It's suppose to be wearing off now."

Thud.

Thud.

"Don't untie her until I tell you to."

I hear footsteps walking further away from me.

"If she tries anything don't hesitate to shoot her just don't kill her."

I hear a door being closed followed by silence.

I struggle to open my eyes and I still can't feel certain parts of my body. I separate my dry lips and suck in a huge chunk of air. I start coughing and struggle to breath properly.

My lungs are on fire.

I can't see properly but I can feel the presence of another person. I try to move my arms but I'm tied down in one place. The person walks towards me and lowers himself in front of me. He touches my chin causing me to flinch at the skin contact. He pulls my face forward, so that we're eye level. He has dark grey eyes and long black hair which bring out his striking grey eyes. He's wearing a plain black t-shirt and dark jeans. His face is void of any emotions and he has a sharp jawline.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Silence.

"Are you deaf?"

He's just..staring at me.

"You're working for him aren't you?"

He roughly lets go of me and stands to his full height.

My body is still weak from the drug flowing through my veins but I don't show it. My thigh is not as painful as it was.

I breath out and rest my head on the chair. I close my eyes and a small smile makes its way to my mouth.

If you knew what's inside my head maybe then you'll really wanna leave.

I let out a raspy laugh feeling myself becoming slightly unhinged.

I smile and look at him, my eyes shining with a sinister glow

"You know what they're saying?"

I look at him and smile.

It's the voices I tell you, the voices.

"Kill him."

He looks at me for a moment then turns around and walks out the door.

The place I'm in looks like a basement. The wall is brown and has a lot of stains on it. Blood stains. There's a long rope at the far corner of the room that looks old and used. Droplets of water are leaking from the ceiling onto the ground in a taunting manner.

Drip.

Drop.

I raise my lower body and try to take out my pocket knife. My wrists and ankles are bond to the chair, whoever tied this rope knew what they were doing but I was really good with these type of things.

"Come on almost there."

I push the knife up through my jeans and it finally comes out.

"Yesss."

I grab the knife and cut the rope on my left hand. As soon as both my hands are free I bend down and cut the rope around my ankles. This rope is harder than the one which was on my wrist.

"Come on....Come on."

The door opens and grey eyes enters with another person behind him. My first instinct is to throw the knife at him aiming for his chest. He moves his body swiftly and catches it palm flat with both of his hands.

Shit.

In a quick move he turns the knife, aiming it towards me and throws it that it lands on my left arm.

I scream out loud in so much agony and anger. I slowly take the knife out from my left arm.

Grey eyes walks towards me and bends down in his first position. He presses his thumb on my bleeding wound causing an excruciating amount of pain causing me to scream my lungs out.

He doesn't stop and I don't stop screaming.

"Try to kill me again.." He says in a dangerous tone his voice sounding venomous.

"Don't test me Mckenzie."