Genre: Horror
Inspired by: "Hostage" by Billie Eilish
I woke up in a small pitch black room, my head thundering. The darkness engulfing me was frigid, making me tremble while attempting to comfort myself. All I remembered from before this moment was an image of a woman talking to me at a small town bar while I attempted to drink my life away. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness, but I still couldn't pick out any objects. Soon, a door opened. Light flooded into the room with the silhouette of a female figure in the doorway, holding some kind of knife in her hand. She flicked a switch on the wall, turning on a single light bulb loosely hanging from the ceiling. I looked around to see that I was in an empty room with the walls painted a snow white, stained with what looked like some kind of thin red paint, but only in certain places. But as I looked at it, I came to the conclusion it wasn't paint.
"My love! You're awake!" I heard the woman say. I turned to her, and almost threw up at the sight. She was covered in blood from head to toe, the knife dripping the aforementioned substance like it produced it. She had a pearly white, kind smile painting her features, which strongly contrasted her entire vibe. I grimaced as nausea overtook my insides, my stomach churning with fear and disgust.
"You don't even know me." I spat at her, going to move away from her, but realizing I was tied to a white chair that seemed similar to one that would sit on the porch of an old married couple. It was chipped at and stained with blood, making me look at myself. I had two small cuts on both my palms and shins. There were two chains attached to cuffs around my feet, heavy balls of led on the ends.
"I love you." She whispered eerily, coming closer to me. I struggled in the chair, but it was no use. I spat at her, but she just smiled. "I'm sorry. It's not like me to be so mean. You're all I wanted." She said to me as she came closer. I struggled to move as far from her as possible. "Get away from me!" I shouted, but she just chuckled through clenched teeth.
She then barely pressed the edge of her knife to my lips, cutting off my shouting and screaming. She gave me a kind smile, but I knew better than to think she was anything near good. "Shhh... Just let me hold you..." She whispered, and I went to scream but she cut me off with her knife, going slightly deeper into my lips. "Let me hold you.. Like a hostage." She whispered, chuckling evilly afterward as her face got more and more inhumane. And then she left, turning off the light, leaving the taste of my own blood in my mouth.
THE END
