Stranger's Eyes

Chapter 2

Every now and then my eyes would force open, seeing a blurred motion of coloured mess fly by me. I lifted my head up slightly to see him, the stranger, in front of the wheel of a car. My eyes shut again with fear, trying to protect me. Images kept flooding into my mind, as I relayed what just happened over and over again in my head, half awake half preparing myself. I tried to determine reality. I felt a burning sensation around my wrists, and waves of noise flooded my ears. I could see the back of the mans head, he lifted it slightly to look in his rearview mirror, to check on me, but I couldn't see his face.

"I did what you asked me to do, I'm nearly there, but I go no further." His voice was strong but sounded young. He was holding a phone up to his ear. This was about me but I still couldn't seem to open my eyes. Shock and fear were working their way around my body. My limbs felt numb, and my head was spinning.

"What?.. you cant expect me to do that, I only agreed to this much. I wasn't supposed to go any further. I cant do it." His voice sounded more distressed now. What was he going to do to me? He's not working alone, now I know that there is someone else involved.

"No, no followers..but i didn't plan for this. I'm not up to the job, I..." his voice fell silent for a short while. "Fine...ok...yes sir."

I felt the car bump around a bit, and swerve. I hit my head on the side of the door, as my body moved along with the bumps. Shortly after that phone call, the car came to a stop, and the stranger left the car immediately. My heart sped up. The passenger door swung open and a cool breeze brushed passed my legs up through my dress. My legs were being tugged and my whole body slid down and out of the car. I tried opening my eyes again, but it was too bright. My lips trembled as I wept. I tried to find my feet but I stumbled and lost balance. In an instant I was being carried away. I tried opening again, I needed to see my fate. Forcefully, I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but all I could see was dark. I tried to focus, and could just about make out a dark outline towering over me. He was wearing all black, a black shirt, and black jeans. With little energy I tried to lift my head up higher. He was young, like me, not more than 25. The dark shadow moved and knelt down to me, his face now appeared in front of mine. His skin was pale, with dark facial hair. His black hair was quite long with the longest parts just by his chin and swept across his face. His eyes were a startling blue, the shade of the ocean. I stared into his eyes in confusion, wondering how I ended up right here right now looking into this strangers eyes. His hand reached over to my face. I flinched, and started shaking uncontrollably. His hand gently removed a strand of hair from in front of my eyes. His eyes curiously scanned me from top to toe. I gasped for air trying not to think of what he might do to me. He stood up abruptly and started pacing around the room.

In front of me to the left was a small grey sofa, and a wooden coffee table, and another armchair. There was a small kitchen off of that, with a counter separating the living area and kitchen. I tried to get my bearings, and looked for the nearest exit. The place was small, it looked like it hadn't been lived in for years. There was a strong smell of mould drifting through the whole room. The windows to the side of me were covered by heavy green curtains. Every so often he stared my way, until he finally walked over to me, and with one quick swift, he lifted me up into his arms. I struggled a little, but I was helpless. He took me into a small side room, behind the sofa. It was a small box room, cold and dark. There was a small washing machine unit, and a small sink in the corner, some sort of utility room. The walls were concrete, with only one tiny square window at the top left corner, with wooden bars across it. It let in only a small amount of light. The stranger slowly placed me on the cold concrete floor, and quickly left, locking the door behind him. I was alone. I started to panic, and tried moving, sliding myself on the floor, moving around the room, looking for something, anything. But I was soon reminded that I was all tied up, and couldn't go anywhere. Tears flooded my eyes. I couldn't breathe again. I was trapped here, alone with the stranger. I started thinking of all the news stories id seen of people disappearing and never to be seen again. It all started to sink in, the realisation, that I'd been taken, and put somewhere unknown, unable to escape. I had no idea where I was, or why I'd been taken. I could be in here for days, weeks, or even years. I could starve to death in this very room, or worse be murdered.