The Afterlife

Trapped

*****WARNING*****
This chapter contains graphic content, including violence, profanity, and sexual themes. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Why was this happening to me? What went wrong? The questions swirled around in my head as I tried to squirm my way out of Ethan's hold, but I was failing miserably.
"Please," I breathed. "Let me go." Each move I made caused him to squeeze me harder, or put his weight down on my body so that I wouldn't struggle. "Why are you doing this?" I cried out, but the words were barely coming out. My throat felt constricted from all the fear and stress building up inside.
Ignoring my pleas, he brushes his lips over my collarbone. He then gets up, and yanks me off the ground. He holds both my hands behind my back with one hand, and covers my mouth with the other hand as he begins walking toward the house. The tears roll down my cheeks and his hand muffles the uncontrollable sobs escaping my mouth.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut." He moves his hand and reaches for the door. The moment his hand leaves my mouth, I scream at the top of my lungs.

"HELP!!!! Somebody please help me!!" It's hopeless.

Once the door is open, he shoves me inside and slams the door behind him. Losing my balance, I crash onto a flat surface, the impact knocking the air right out of my lungs. I try to get up, to run, but he's behind me again, his arm wrapped firmly around my throat. I claw at his arm, gasping for air. The neighbors are probably fast asleep and I'm too far away for them to hear me. Deep down, I hope someone is walking nearby, and just happened to hear my screams in this deathly quiet neighborhood. But hoping for someone to rescue me isn't going to help. I need to try and get away. Inside, its dark, and quiet. He roughly brings me to my feet and starts walking further into the house. We reach a door, which he pulls open and reveals a dark stairway leading down into the basement. He nudges me forward.

"Go on." He growls. I hesitate, but his strength is overpowering. I unwillingly make my way down the stairs, into the pure and unrelenting darkness.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, he flicks on the light and grabs something off one of the shelves.
Once he released his hold on me, the air flows painfully back into my lungs. He still has a tight grip on my hand, and if I try to get out of his hold I might end up breaking my wrist. He takes a rope and ties it tightly around my wrists, securing my hands together and making any escape impossible.
"Don't want you going anywhere." He whispers, and I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"Go fuck yourself." I spat viscously. With that, he grabs a piece of duct tape and pastes it over my mouth. He pushes me up against the wall and cups his hand under my chin. "I didn't know you were so feisty, Kyra." I jerk my head away from his touch, glaring straight into his eyes. Oh how I wish I could claw those eyes out. His hand starts creeping up under my shirt, and the way he looks at me makes it seem like he can see right through my clothes. I'm here, I'm conscious of the situation I'm in, but somehow I still can't believe this is happening. It feels like I'm in a movie, just waiting for the credits to roll and for everyone to go home. I stare into the distance, past him, past myself, longing to be somewhere far away. I'd be safe and sound in my bed if I hadn't gone out tonight. I wouldn't have been in this situation. You never think it's going to happen to you, until one day your luck changes. He starts unbuttoning my pants.

Wait. I hear something. Footsteps. Loud, heavy footsteps on the floorboard upstairs. This is my chance.

With all my strength, I start kicking against the wall, trying to scream, in a desperate effort to make any sound that might get them to notice.
"Ethan?" The voice calls out.

Wait. I know that voice.

The door to the basement opens, and the figure descends down the stairs.

It's Peter. His shirt is wet with blood, and he's got scratches on his face.

Oh no. Where's Laurie. What did he do to her?

My eyes are wide with disbelief. He sees me, then turns to Ethan.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He questions him. Ethan looks at him, a pissed off expression on his face.

"What? I can't have a little fun?" He steps away from me. "What are you doing back so early anyway?" He pauses, examining Peter's shirt and the fresh wounds on his face. "Things got a little messy, huh?"

"She put up quite the fight," he sighs, shaking his head. "And I'm here because unlike you, I don't like to play with my victims. The quicker it's done the better." Peter responds to his previous question. "And I called your phone and there was no answer, so I decided to check up on you."

There's no way I'm getting out of here now. Not with both of them here. He's already killed Laurie.
I cower in the corner while the both of them talk. Ethan grabs a beer from a mini-fridge on the other side of the room. I start to panic.

They're going to kill me.

I felt like I was going to be sick. The smell of blood from Peter's clothes filled the air. I felt nauseous and lightheaded. My vision fades and I lose all control of my body.

* * *

I awake to Ethan and Peter standing over me. My vision is a little blurry. I can see Peter as he turns to Ethan and speaks, his voice a distant echo: "She's in shock. Do it now so that she won't feel the pain."

Ethan scoffs. "All these years, and you've still got sympathy for them."
He walks over to the table and grabs a dagger. I can see that it's entirely black, with engraved decals on the blade. It looks ancient. Ethan then stands over me, one foot on either side of my body. He starts speaking words in a foreign language that I can't comprehend. The last words I hear are 'vita est ex mors' before he plunges the knife through my heart. My vision fades, my mind wanders and the room fades away as I sink into darkness.

*** Hello readers!!
I'll be working on chapters often. I hope it's exciting enough, because I've got a whole lot more coming! Stay tuned!

P.S. if you didn't want to go to translate that last line, it means "life from death" in Latin. Hope you liked the chapter! Please vote and comment!!
Jade <3