Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I sat up slowly, holding my aching head. It was pounding more than ever, but not like my usual headaches. I shivered, feeling cold and looked around at my surroundings, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness that surrounded me. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes landed on the steel bars that stood firmly from floor to ceiling and wall to wall on one side of the room.

I was in a cell...a dark, cold cell, but it wasn't modern. I squinted at the cold, cobble floor and rusted old walls. The mattress I laid on was worn out, old and very thin. The room reminded me of old movies I had watched and I muffled a cry as random thoughts flooded my mind. Those hands...they looked like that old woman's hands. Oh my God, was she finally gonna kill me?

"Help!" I yelled as loud as I could, but it was to no use.

I had no idea where I was and there wasn't a single window in sight. I began to pace the length of the cell back and forth for what seemed forever. Frantically I searched my pockets for my phone, but of course, it was gone. I looked around the room, but my bag was no where to be found as well. Suddenly, I heard a heard a noise and I squinted into the darkness, anger beginning to course through me.

"Ughhh, you can't get away with this!" I yelled, my nostrils flaring. "Someone will come looking for me."

"Oh, really?" said an eerie voice. "Like who? Your good for nothing sister?"

"Who is that?" I asked, nervously, backing into a corner.

"Who...or what, Jezebel?" the voice replied calmly and snickered.

"How do you know my name? I demand that you let me go." I tried to sound defiant, but it came out more like a plea.

"You're in no position to demand anything." The voice scoffed and I could hear soft footsteps coming closer although the voice sounded like it was right in front of the bars. It sounded like a young man which confused me. What the hell was going on? I was sure the old woman would have been the one to come for me.

My eyes widened in horror as random thoughts flooded my mind. What if he wanted me for his own sick perverted pleasure? What if he planned to gang bang me with like 20 other men and then kill me and dump me in a river somewhere? I could feel bile rising in my throat and I began gasping for air.

"Oh, I see she's awake," another voice said as the footsteps came to a stop. It was a raspy, squeaky voice that was undoubtedly that of a woman and sent chills down my spine and knots in my stomach. The old woman.

She muttered something under her breath and the room suddenly lit up with candles everywhere. It was indeed as if I was in a scene from an old horror movie.

The walls were all made of old giant bricks and the floor was cobble stone and dirty with a few mice running about in the corners. I squinted against the sudden brightness, raising a hand to my eyes and stared at the old woman and young man in front of me in horror. That was the same guy I had bumped into earlier! Their clothes weren't modern either. They wore long, dark blood red robes with hoods.

I gulped, hoping I wasn't about to be executed or have an exorcism done on me. They stared back at me in silence before the old woman finally smiled a toothy smile and patted the man's arm. He looked down at her, waiting for her to say something.

"Isn't she beautiful?" she asked finally, smiling at him. "She has grown quite a bit."

"Mother, please." He rolled his eyes, uninterested.

Now I knew it was something about those eyes that had scared the living daylights out of me earlier and had seemed so familiar. The old woman was his mother.