Emma
My eyes slowly blinked open; I struggled squinting in the dim light.
It was cold, dark, damp, and quiet a faint dripping could be heard as a puddle cumulated in a corner of the room.
I raised my head to get a better look at my surroundings.
There was basically and empty room. Only a table, another empty chair, and a large chain wrapped around a pipe that connected to the wall.
I sat in an old Victorian chair, upholstered in red velvet. It had stains and dark spots accumulated from age, and it smelled like mold.
The walls were lined with dark Brick. Behind me there was a cement staircase that led up to a small door. That I assumed led put because it was the only door.
It smelled awful. Like a sopping wet dog had been dragged down and left to rot.
I looked at my wrists zip tied to the armrests of the chair. I struggled a bit seeing if I could loosen the grip it had on my wrists, it was no use.
My stomach growled echoing through the empty room. I hadn't eaten I hadn't drank anything either.
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, Alone in the darkness.
my ankle throbbed something awful. I could see the raised part of my skin where my bone was sticking out of place.
I sat and stared at the wall my mind moving a mile a minute. I thought maybe whoever had left me here was not coming back. Until I heard footsteps coming towards the stair case.
The old rusty knob turned in its place. A tall figure slinked it's way down the stairs shuffling his feet as he went. light poured in from the open cellar door.
I shut my eyes and opened them again letting them adjust to the sudden change in brightness.
"Sorry I left you for so long."
He stopped in front of the chair I sat in and put a hand on my cheek brushing my hair back from my face.
"Looks like you have some scrapes , let me help you."
I pulled my chin away from his
hand Turing my head in
the opposite direction.
"Don't touch me!"
He drew his hand back in shock. "I'm just trying to help..." he pulled a string and a light flicked on over my head filling his face with an eerie yellow glow.
He had a long face, and dark brown hair that covered most of his forehead.
His eyes where almost black and He wore a long black coat, layered over a dark long sleeved shirt.
He looked into my eyes His one cutting strait through me. "I can tell you are a spirited one, I can see the hell in your eyes" he leaned in towards my face inspecting it closer.
"I should really get some bandages for those cuts. They will infect if we don't clean them up."
"Who are you?" there was no answer instead he turned to leave.
"Answer me who are you!" The door shut and a heard a large latch snap shut.
I furiously shook my hands trying to get them lose. I wriggled around in my chair it wobbling around on the floor.
"Let me go!"
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Mistério / Suspense"I sat alone surrounded by darkness, my heart beating in my ears. I choked on the stale air, Suffocating in my own defeat. He had broke me. I took a breath my lungs burned As if I was swallowing fire. Though it felt as they were going to collapse in...
