Flashback

-Taylor's POV-

Darkness. That's what I see when I wake up. I look everywhere around me trying to find any source of light but I don't see anything. My first thought was, am I blind? Then I try to move my arms and legs but they don't move. What? Am I paralyzed too? I try to move again and I start to feel something like a rope or a chain around my leg and that's when I realize I'm not blind or paralyzed. I'm tied and blindfolded. But why? When did that happen? Who did this to me? I try to remember what the last thing that happened was but nothing comes to mind. I start hearing footsteps and a door opening. Whoever this person is, they're getting closer and closer.

"Hello? Who's there?" I ask.

"I see you're finally awake. Welcome back to our world, Taylor" A male voice says.

"Who is this?"

"Well, I don't think I ever properly introduced myself to you before, but I'm sure you'll remember my face" He says while removing the blindfold from my face.

At first all I see is bright light. But as my eyes adjust to the light, a familiar face starts forming in front of me. I gasp when I recognize him.

"I bet you thought you'll never meet me!"

"What do you want from me? Why am I here?"

"You're here because you know too much! We can't just let you tell the police about us!"

"Then why haven't you killed me already?"

"That's not my decision to make. Our boss will be back in a month and it's his decision. He will have a chat with you and then he'll let me kill you!"

I try to fight against the ropes that tie me to the chair but that turns out to be useless.

"Don't worry. It won't take long before you join your parents. Actually I'll be doing us both a favor here. You'll finally meet your parents and I won't get arrested." With that he turns his back on me and starts to leave the room. I don't try to stop him because I know it is useless.

I don't cry, I don't scream. I remain calm. I started accepting the fact that I'll be dead in a matter of weeks. Maybe that's a good thing. At least I won't live my painful life anymore. I'll be with my parents and that thought alone relaxes me. So as I sit uncomfortably on this chair, waiting for my death, I start remembering the events that led to my current situation.