Anayah woke up to the sound of pacing and the scent of mold. Everything around her was dark, and then she realized she had a blindfold on. She could feel her arm bleeding. Her wrists and ankles were tied together and she was tied down into a little wooden chair. "Oh god" she thought as she squirmed.
"HELP!" she started to yell, but was cut off.
"Shut up or I'll cut both of your arms." Anayah heard a gravelly voice say. She could feel him coming towards her. Anayah felt silent tears running down her cheeks as her abductor came closer. He smelt like cigarettes and drugs.
"Such a pretty face, eh? It would be such a shame if I were to-," He sliced a knife across her right cheek, "cut it?" He chuckled as she screamed. Blood dripped down her face next to tears, for she knew this was the end. She could hear him sharpening a different knife. Anayah thought of Death, and how this would be an amazing time for him to do something. But, she didn't know how long she was out and if he could find her. Suddenly, Anayah felt a sharp pang in her stomach. Her insides felt as if they were crumbling out of her. She started taking hard, sharp breaths and coughing while a knife sat in her abdomen.
"Why" was all Anayah could manage to croak out before she lost conciseness.
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Lurking In The Shadows
Historia Corta16 year old Anayah Manuel has always been used to Death around her, either it hiding in the shadows, watching in corners, or simply standing. The Grim Reaper was fascinated with her life, always by her side. But what happens when that life is put in...
