The kidnapping

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It was a cold damp night, I was walking down a stone path in London, the dim street lights glow in the blackness of the night.

I walked alone, I pulled my sholl tight round me to keep warm, as a shiver of cold air bites at me.

As I walk down, I can hear my footsteps echo creepily down the street, scared I hurried to my home.

Suddenly, I begin to hear another set of footsteps echo alongside me.

Quickly I turn around, but fined nothing there. Only then I remember the recent mass killings of young women around this area.

Paranoid, I start to run home, but I tripped on a loose stone and fell. pain tingles at my grazed knees as I struggle up to my feet again.

Suddenly, I hear the footsteps run up behind me and then something blunt and hard whacks me on the back of my head.

Everything turned black and fuzzy after that.

Pain fills my body, I forcefully open my eyes and looked around tiredly.

When my eyes adjusted to the dim light above me, I found myself sitting against the stone wall and chained by the wrists.

I quickly came to my senses, and realise that I have been kidnapped and dragged to this basement. Presumably by The Killer that lurks around in London night.

Panic begins to settle in, my breaths  turns into pants, my heart beats out my chest and sweat pours down my face.

I violently tugged at the chains that were attached to the wall, eventually they detached and fall to the stone floor with a noisy echo.

Rationally, I thumble for a light switch that connects to the other side of the room.

I soon find it and switched it on, the light flickered and then reveal the horrific and vile thing that was hiding in the darkness.

It was all the missing women hung up and meat hooks from the ceiling.

There was a horrendous stench, of rotting flesh and organs in the air now.

As I took a closer look, I found out that their bodies were all slashed up and mangled and there faces stitch shut.

When their limp, dead ,decaying bodies hung there, I was paralyzed with shock and despair at this inhumane thing, that would become of me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a big board silhouette, five feet away from me.

I quickly run past the poor helpless women, to a wall filled with surgical tools covered in rust and dried up blood.

I picked up and axe that was lying on the dusty table and swung it behind me with all of my weight into the killer's neck who was running up behind me.

Blood splattered across my face, as the murderer topples to the floor with a loud thud.

I yanked the axe out of his neck and began to slash at his back over and over again, tears begin to run down my face , I scream as I repeatedly hack them into a puddle of dismembered limbs.

I drop the axe, adrenaline corsa through my veins, I rushed to the door the murderer left open and went outside, the night swallows me up, as I run into the darkness without looking back.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 15, 2019 ⏰

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