In The Dark

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“From now on you will
do everything I tell
you to. Got it?”

The sound of the man's voice rings in my ear long after he's left the room. I stare blindly at the blank wall in front of me trying to make sense if it all.

Wow Yoongi,
you've really screwed
up this time.

    I mean, it's not like it was the first time I'd made a big mistake, but this was probably the worst one yet, and all because I had no time to buy groceries.

    The worst part for me was knowing that I wasn't close enough to anyone for them to look for me, so that man was probably right, he would be the last person I ever saw.

            “You look so precious, sitting there, helpless”
    I was snapped out of my trance of self pity by the sound of the man's voice in my ear again--
    “Let's have some fun”

    Finally standing in the light I was able to get a good look at him. He was tall with a muscular build. His face almost resembled that of a child- his cheeks were smooth and soft, his hair just barely hanging in his eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt small red spots staining it, and black jeans, as well as a pair of work boots. Honestly he was kind of handsome.
    Oh God what's wrong with me? You can't think your abductor is attractive Yoongi!  Stockholm Syndrome much?

    “Is someone a little preoccupied with their thoughts?” He chuckled, bringing my attention back to the reality of the situation.
    I shook my head no frantically as he continued to laugh at me.
    “Y’know, you can speak as long as you don't say anything rude”
   
    He approached me slowly taking a lighter from his pocket and lighting it. The grin on his face became more fearsome by the second, and watching him play with the flame gave me chills, quite ironically. He walked in circles around my chair, eventually stopping behind me. I started to panic as he covered my mouth with his hand.
    “don't you dare scream,” he whispered in my ear, before pressing the hot metal of the lighter against the skin on my left shoulder.
    I couldn't help it, I screamed loudly into the flesh of his palm, tears rolling down my cheeks.

    Using the hand holding the lighter he smacked the sore spot on the back of my head.
    “I said no screaming,” he said, clearly annoyed,
“that's all the fun I'm going to have with you today anyway” he stated, and clicked his tongue as he shut the heavy wooden door.

    I let my head fall forward as he walked away. I could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall as he shouts  “goodnight Yoongi, we'll play again tomorrow” from behind the door.