Cryptid Hunting Gone Wrong: Eyeless Jack Version

The Leaky Faucet and The Green Collar

As I lay strapped to the table I realized that in this dark room I had no way to tell time other than the dripping of the leaky faucet, my heartbeat, and the throbbing pain.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There was a scurrying of some sort of animal on the roof, and the house wheezed as a gust of wind hit the siding. I examined the room, barely able to turn my head to look at anything but the grimy, decrepit ceiling.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There were rows and rows of jars full of human organs and slices of what looks like human meat preserved in a liquid substance. Blood stained a good portion of the room, the table that I lay on, the floor, and even an empty rack of what seemed to be for holding corpses.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There was a box next to the sink filled with what looked to be human bones, and lined up next to it was human skulls with satanic carvings in them. There seemed to be holes in the back of most of them. Nothing must go to waste if ha has this much supply.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

By my leg there was a rolling tray full of partly rusty instruments. Dried blood painted some of them a brownish-red color, and I had to keep myself from panicking. It was terrifyingly close as if his decision to not cut me up and eat me was last second.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There was a functional freezer in the corner, its hum fading into the background noise. I could only hope that the grime from its disuse, and that the red marks leaking down from the lid was only rust.

Drip.

I wished my friends were alive.

Drip.

I wished I was at home.

Drip .

The front door slammed open, and I couldn't help but to jump in fear. The table rattled with a horrible noise, and a soft whimper escaped me. For a moment the house was silent, but with a creak I heard the front door close. Jack's footsteps follow the same path he previously took to the room. I heard the rustling of bags as he walked. He fumbles with the knob to the room for a time, but slowly the door opened. He entered, humming some sort of tune. There was no discernible beat or melody. It seemed he was just making noise.

Drip.

He turned to the faucet, slowly stalked forward, and turned a knob. Then the room fell silent again. He huffed in relief, then went back to fiddling with the bags, setting them on the counter. Several frozen meals piled high, and he went over to his freezer and opened it, placing it deep inside. Good. He hadn't been using it.

He then pulled out some raw meats and turned to me. "You cook?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment. I knew the basics of cooking, but I wasn't much of a chef. I spoke slowly, making my uncertainty as apparent as I could without him having to scan my face. "A little."

He makes another purr of approval, "Such a perfect pet. Glad I saved you."

I felt sick again, knowing what I was going to say was playing along with whatever sick fantasy he was going on with. I say in an almost sing-song manner, forcibly hiding my fear and disgust, "I'm glad you did too, master." My voice was softer than I anticipated. It was the same voice I used when- ... My skin felt like it was covered in grime and I needed to take a shower. I felt disgusting.

Jack's mask lifted, and he smiled again, obviously pleased with my response. He searched back in the bag with his hands and eventually wrapped his hands around something. I watched as he pulled out a Godiva chocolate bar. Dark chocolate. Jack opened it and broke off a piece. He came over and released the strap on my head, allowing me to lift it. He then placed the chocolate between my lips saying, "Good girl."

I hesitantly took the chocolate, the bittersweet taste melting on my tongue. I couldn't help but to moan. It had been far too long since I had a decent, fresh chocolate bar. Adding on the fact it was dark chocolate, I was as close as I could get to Valhalla.

"Such a good pet. Already trained. Knew I chose well. Still injured, can't go far." He seemed to be talking to himself, waving a hand, "no, no. Letting it roam free will cause harm... bought a collar, chain, and leash. Lily is such a good pet. Still,... need her to heal first." He turned his head to the side, listening to me once more.

I stayed quiet, letting the chocolate melt on my tongue. The creamy goodness distracting me from him and his crazed antics.

He came back over and asked, "You'll be a good girl, right Lily?" His hands hovered over the buckles of the straps. Was he going to free me? On good behavior?

"Y-yes sir."

He paused at that and stroked my cheek again. I licked my lips as I noted in his hand was a collar, bright green with a purple tag on it. It had my new name and 'Property of Jack' written on it. I felt my stomach drop.