Dreaming of Nightmares

Prologue

            Pure adrenaline coursed through my veins when I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. The room is dark; very, very dark. The only apparent source of light seemed to be a small square window that was set way too high for me to reach even with my quite tall built. A small sliver of moonlight came in through the window poorly illuminating the middle of the room.

            Around the edges of circle of moonlight I could vaguely see the shapes of gardening tools as well as plain old brown boxes probably stuffed with old records and old family pictures. I must be in some kind of barn.The boxes couldn’t help me in any way, but the pitchfork had some potential. That was, if I wasn’t tied up and gagged in the corner of the room.

            The last thing I remember was sneaking into some random twenty one and over club on the Strip, even though I’ve barely turned seventeen last month. People always thought that I looked way older than I actually am and I’m not ashamed to admit that I have used that many times to my advantage. The bouncers don’t even bother to card me anymore. Usually I go club hopping with my best friend but today she was too busy with her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend so I decided to go solo. I should have stayed home.

            I tried to remember what my so called father always told me to do in case anything like this happens. First, don’t panic. But it was too late for that. Muffled sobs rose through my chest making my whole body shake.  Hot, slow tears were running down my cheeks. How did I end up here? What am I gonna do?

            The tears and sobs stopped being quiet and slow, but rather loud and furious; or well as loud as they can be with the gag. I’ll probably just be dead by morning , or worse sent into some kind of human trafficking, maybe even organ trafficking. Goddamn it. Why did I go out alone? For God’s sake it’s Vegas. I should have known better. Vegas is notorious for this kind of stuff.

            My head was punting like my brain was trying to escape and make a run for it. The tears weren’t helping either. I need my head clear to find a way out of here alive. Maybe if I could somehow untie myself I could just make a run for it to the nearest –

            My thoughts were interrupted by heavy steps coming from the outside. I followed the sound of the crunching autumn leaves as whoever was outside came to the front of the barn or shack or wherever I was and unlocked the door.  More ominous light spilled into the room as a man walked in his face shadowed like in those cheesy movies. He was really tall, maybe 6’4” ,and strongly built.

            Slowly he closed the barn door, locked it, then slowly stared walking to the dim patch of moonlight, but that was enough for me to recognize him. The dark brown hair that I first thought was black, the beautiful gray eyes. He was the bouncer that I always flirted with at the club near Bellagio. That’s the club I remember going to last. I now remember sitting at the bar talking to him, slightly tipsy, having had maybe one too many shots of tequila while trying to drown my sorrow. Usually I don’t drink, but that day really called for a memory loss. He must have slipped something in my drink when I wasn’t looking.

            “And the sleeping beauty awakens.” His voice sent shivers down my body, from my head to my toes. Gone was the flirty, honey drenched, trying to get in your pants tone. In its place was a tone that could make a wolf run and hide. Slowly he came and knelt in front of me , and took my chin in his hand forcing me to look him in the eyes, which is the last place I want to look at right now. They were empty and gray and emotionless.

            “You know I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. I’ve seen your type many, many times. Party girl with daddy issues. Likes to go out and drink tequila body shots and waste daddy’s money on designer shoes. Unfortunately for you, that just happens to be my type” His fingers were still holding my chin, tighter and tighter. Tears were rolling down my cheeks again, slow and hot, leaving a wet trail behind, until they rolled onto his hand then dropped to the floor.

            “What are you going to do to me?” I asked,my voice shaking, thick with tears and fear

“Ah, don’t worry sweetheart, it will be over soon and before you know it you will be joining Jesus up in heaven or Satan down in hell. It all depends if you are a good girl or a bad girl. Now, are you gonna be a good girl?” I nodded, not trusting my voice again. As he sat up he said,

“Okay, then let the fun begin.”