(A/N: Yes, I'm gonna use the Slender Mansion cliche, let me live pls)
A little girl squealed as she took a running start, jumping into a pile of dead leaves twice her size. She giggled as a woman's voice reached her ears.
"Be careful, dear, there are sticks in there," the woman said, her voice sounding like melted honey.
"Come on, mommy! It's fun!" The little girl called out, sitting up from the pile before struggling to get out of it. "Mommy! I can't get out!"
She called for help, her eyes frantically searching for her mother, who had been nearby just a moment ago. "Mommy?... Mommy!"
Tears began to stream down the child's face as she attempted to climb out of the pile, her mother nowhere to be found. Grunts escaped her throat as she flailed her arms about, the leaves seeming to multiply by the second.
"Mommy!" The little girl screamed as a pale, frail hand reached out from the pile, grabbing onto the child's throat.
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A gasp escaped my mouth as I quickly came to, the feeling of a blindfold pressing against my eyelashes. I was sitting in a small, wooden chair, the warm air surrounding me like a blanket. I attempted to move my hands, resulting in a rough rope digging into my wrists, which were apparently tied down to the arm rests. Despite the burning sensation, I made sure to keep quiet, biting my lower lip as I found that my feet suffered the same fate. My heart began to pump even faster as my breathing became shaky, terror and panic beginning to set in.
'Oh god, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna fucking die,' I thought to myself as I again attempted to wiggle my hands free. This time, the pain of the rope digging into my skin made a small yelp escape my lips.
I pursed my dry lips shut as I wiggled around in the chair, pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't nailed down to the floor.
"Here we go," I whispered to myself as I sat forward as far as I could. I took a deep breath before quickly pushing backward, causing the chair to fall onto its back. I struggled to catch my breath, for the impact had knocked the air out of my chest. Fortunately, it had broken one of the chair's arms.
'Fuck fuck fuck,' I mentally cursed as the sound of heavy footsteps advanced toward me.
Suddenly, the blindfold covering my face was pulled away with surprising vigor. It took only a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. A person with a white mask met my gaze, the holes of the mask staring me down.
"Please... Please don't hurt me," I quietly began to sob, not caring whether or not I sounded pathetic. All I could focus on was the pocket knife attached to my kidnapper's belt.
They kneeled down beside me, their gloved hand reaching to the knife. I closed my eyes and grimaced, expecting the blade to dig into my skin. However, the sound of the rope being cut made me hesitantly open my eyes once again. They were cutting me loose.
"Wha-What are you doing?" I managed to whimper as they moved onto the rope thing my legs to the chair; I still dared not move my free hands. Once my legs were no longer tied down, they stood up once again, making a "get up" movement with their hand.
I hesitated for a few moments before clumsily rolling over to the side and carefully standing up. Once I regained my balance, the person behind the mask suddenly pressed the sharp blade against my throat.
A small sob emitted from my throat before I quickly swallowed it.
The masked person grabbed onto my wrist with his free hand, moving it to touch my other.
They lowered their knife before pulling a thinner rope from their front pocket. I continued looking straight ahead as they tied it around my probably-red wrists, mentally repeating the same question:
"Am I gonna die?"
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