The girl didn't say anything for a while, she just sat there looking into the nothingness that is the room we are in, crying every once in a while. A few minutes passed before she began to speak, it was a whisper and very undecipherable, then she fell silent again. Deciding it was time to get the girl to talk some more, I asked "what's your name?" even though my throat feels scratchy and sore because I've not had a drop of water since I got in the taxi and now I'm here, wherever here is. It took her a few seconds to reply but when she did, she said the one thing I was praying that she wouldn't say.
"Annabelle"
Annabelle turned to face me and when she did her face lit up. But it soon darkened again when we both heard the sound of footsteps, this time they were heading to my cage instead of Annabelle's. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Annabelle shrink away to the corner of the cage she is in. She's terrified of him.
The Sack man walked closer and closer to my cage until he was close enough for me to see the evil look he has in his dark eyes as he peered down at me. Yanking the door open he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me out of the cage so hard that I'm sure I'll have a bald spot. Once he was sure I'm out the cage, he slammed the door shut and dragged me behind him, my hair still trapped in his fist. I can hear Annabelle screaming and crying behind us as he walked off.
He dragged me up a few sets of stairs before we rounded a corner. The wallpaper was peeling off, there was black mould covering most parts of the ceiling and I can see that there are broken picture frames and smashed windows. Also down in the basement where I was being kept, there are no lights, there is only darkness. We walked into a room, the only room with lighting, and in the middle of the room was some sort of torture chair. It had cuffs where the wrists and ankles are supposed to go. It wasn't the chair itself that scared me. It was the row after row of knives, pliers, saws and any other type of torture tools you can think of.
Sack man dragged me to the chair but no matter how hard I fought back, it was no use. He was a lot stronger than I am and he managed to strap me into the chair. He walked over to the row of weapons and looked over to me, I could see a glint of something in his eye as he turned back to the weapons. I screamed as he chose a big machete, my scream seemed to encourage him because he basically danced over to me and used the machete to cut one of my fingers off. He then walked back over to the weapon rack and picked a smaller knife, with that knife he cut me and stabbed me over and over until I passed out from blood loss.
I don't know how long I was passed out for but when I woke up I was back in my cage, sitting up slowly and holding my stomach, I looked around the room only to find that Annabelle was gone and her cage empty. I took this time alone to see if I can find a way to escape.
The cage door was bolted shut like I had guessed it would've been but I have noticed one of the poles was lose, which with a bit of pushing and pulling I would be able to get it out, I look small enough to fit through the gap if I do get the pole out, then all I have to worry about is getting out of this goddamn house.
