"Are you awake yet, darling?"
You didn’t know where you were.
You didn’t know how you got here.
You didn’t know who was talking to you.
The only thing you knew was that you were scared. So, so scared. You didn’t dare open your eyes in fear of what you might see.
"I know you are. Open your eyes." You didn’t.
"Open your eyes." He says it slowly this time, getting frustrated. But you didn’t open them.
"Open your eyes or I’ll slit your throat." He growls. This certainly got your attention. You did as he said.
Lazily, your eyes wandered around the room. The room you were in was dark and dusty, even the air felt gross. On the wall were shelves with several jars set on them; they filled with human body parts. Next to the shelves, in the corner of the room, are dead bodies piled onto each other. You fought back the urge to scream, your heart beating rapidly.
"Shhhh, calm down. I won’t hurt you," The man tells you. You still haven’t looked at him.
You squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering. How could this happen to you? You, of all people? You were a good person. You had a nice life ahead of you. You had friends, a family. Realization sets in; you’ll probably die here.
"Look at me," The man says, and you obey.
He looked to be young; nineteen or twenty, maybe. His hair is blonde, eyes blue. His lip is pierced. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive.
"My name is Luke." He tells you, stroking your cheek. "I know everything about you, darling. I’ve been watching you for a year."
This makes you cringe.
"Did you kill them? Those people next to the shelves?" You ask quietly. He smirks at you.
"Yes, and they deserved it. But you, my darling, you won’t end up like them. You’re mine now. And I won’t let anyone hurt you."
He leans towards you, lightly kissing your cheek.
"We’re going to have so much fun together, darling."
