Knife in Hand, He Called My Name

Chapter 11 - It about time you woke up

Sometime later, I regained consciousness, or what seemed like a stable sense of being. I'm sure that this time I wasn't dreaming. I opened my eyes slowly, they felt so heavy. My head was pounding and I wasn't even aware at this moment where I even was.

I took a mental assessment of my person starting from the top. My head was rested on a pillow, my entire body lay on something soft, and taking one look confirmed that it was a bed. A bed I have seen before. But where? A shiver ran through me. I still felt clothes on my skin which was a good sign. Thank god! Soft fabric casing me in comfort. I would have been enthralled by the cosiness had I not been in this strange place. Had I been at my home I would have over slept just to never end the feeling of comfort in the clothes and bed wrapped with warmth. But this situation was spine-chilling and petrifying.

Summoning ample amount of my strength I attempted to get up and lift myself. I tried rolling on my front, facing the pillow in a heap. The pillow smelt different. It didn't smell like mine should at all. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Beckoning enough ounce of strength I attempted to put my arms out in front and push up. However this was restricted. One of my arms was free, but the other when I looked up squinting my eyes was bound to the bed post by a handcuff; which was further attached to a chain.

The thick chain was attached to the bedpost, and my wrist was handcuffed to the chain, I made a move to pull the chain but it didn't break, the only outcome was the rattling of the noisy chain. Shit! My impulsive plans to escape and discover where I was died out.

I took deep breaths to calm myself. I didn't need to panic. Panicking only made things worse for me. Looking on the bright side I was still intact, no fingers missing, I was able to move my limbs. Good sign so far. I expelled a sign of relief. So far I was safe. Real question is was I?

I sat there on the bed resting my head on my knees which I brought up in an effort to bring a sense of comfort to myself. Comfort? Who was I kidding, there was nothing in this place that could have comforted, solaced or even make me have a bit of hope. Nothing at all. Not even the beauty of this room.

Sitting there for a very long time I stayed quiet, not wanting to attract any attention to whoever was out there. Thinking of home brought tears to my eyes. I cried no longer being able to keep up with the bravery. I missed my mama, my father and Maddy the most. I would do anything to hear their reassuring voices right now. Why when I needed my father was he not here for me? I suppose people are right when they 'You should never rely on anyone'.

For minutes on end, only my crying and profound, tormented sobs pierced the silence in the room. Being bound to the bed made it unbearable. I wanted my father to come and get me out of this problem. Regardless of what people would think. Sending a silent prayer to God to help my father find me I waited.

My attempts to escape cannot be limited; a light breeze from my left made me shiver, but not so much in the sense of being cold but in recognition of the door. I have seen that door somewhere but I couldn't figure out where.

Focusing back on my attempt to flee, I pulled on the chain; I pulled hard using both my hands wrapped around the rigid metal. Giving it a strong pull for a good twenty seconds. I let out a breath. Ugh! I could feel the heat on my face; once again I made a grab for the chain and pulled really hard. Come on, break!

Nothing. I let it go with anger which only led to the rattling of the chain. Shit! That was not my aim, I had no intention to wake anyone up, were they even awake? Or even near? Only god knows.

Scared for my life I scooted back towards the top of the right side of the bed when the door opened slowly.

In walked a young lady, I have seen her before. But I couldn't put a finger to it. "You're awake?" she questioned. No shit Sherlock! I'm here sitting on my bed with my eyes wide open sleeping. Idiot! I thought. However I didn't reply to her question. It should be pretty obvious to her that a girl in my position staring at her with wide eyes is more than awake.

Her voice, I even recognised that, it was like a distant memory. After she walked in so did another person, following silently behind. He I recognised.

It came to me in a flash. His face. His clothes. His appearance. I recognized him. He brought me here, kidnapping me from my home, driving me to this place, I remember my failed attempts to escape and the consequences of him catching me, even drugging me. I looked back at the lady and now I can put a name to that beautiful face. She would be even more beautiful in my eyes had she not injected me with the sleeping drug.

Silently both of them walked toward me where I was sitting. I scotted back the most I could, no longer being able to move because of my limited access due to the bound. Mr Dog walked right up to the right side of me whilst saying,

"It about time you woke up, I got a little worried!" He says mockingly whilst searching my eyes, trailing from my face downwards. What was he looking for? Creep!!!

"Let me get straight to the point" he states firmly, looking at me right in the eyes "Where is the Tarjeta?"

A/N

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