Her body had never felt heavier in her life. Her head drooping so low her chin brushed against the bare skin of her chest. Her arms were tied together, her mouth dry and filled with cloth, and her legs pushed apart, tied to the legs of the chair she sat on. Nothing felt right, yet nothing felt wrong, she couldn’t really feel anything other than the desire to stay in this darkness for as long as she could. But, she felts it slipping away like rain on a window.
Her heavy eyelids opened just enough to see red, she jolts in her chair and finds herself bound to the chair, and the chair bound to the floor. When her eyes focus she see the walls, red, and spongy looking. She gasps, realizing that this is no ordinary room, it’s soundproof. She released a scream anyways, just incase, her whole body shaking with the power she displayed. Her eyes press closed, willing the bad dream to go away, but to no avail.
“I wish I had recorded that one.” He says from the doorway, casually leaning against the frame. She drops her jaw, not able to form words. “Would have made a fair chunk of change.” He sighs. “Anyways, I’ll record the next one.” He smiles deviously. Her breath hitches as he takes a step closer, her fight or flight senses rushing through her veins with no results.
“Why?” Sophia tries to yell, the gag in her mouth preventing a clear word. He tugs at her chin making her look at him as he rips the gag from her mouth, making her lean towards him in the chair, scratching her wrists on the rope binding them. He smiles with his lips pressed closed, choosing his words wisely, then deciding not to use them at all.
“Welcome to my recording studio.” He instead offers, gesturing to the small expanse of the red foam covered walls. “Where you will be displaying your particular set of talents, for my potential customer’s benefit.”
“Talent?” She meets his cold blue eyes for the first time and finds herself shrinking back into the chair.
“Your screams, darling.” He looks past her, “They make me shiver, and people pay for shivers in the horror movie business. Your talent will make me rich.” In her whole life, she has never felt like this, this much hatred for another being. Her head starts to rush, nothing can match the anger she feels for him kidnapping her. Then it hits her like a brick, the jolt of pain in her head like a bolt of lightning. She gasp and crushes her eyes closed, her fists clenching. She grits her teeth as her eyes roll back in her head. She opens her mouth to scream and he rushes out of the room. The door closes and a red light turns on in the room, “recording” is written on the light as she lets out an ear piercing scream. Her whole body shakes and she tries to rip her hands free of the rope but it’s not use, only adding to the pain in her head. Her mouth snaps shut when she feels it, one drop. One single warm drop of blood drips from her head and onto her back, making her whole body shut down. She cuts her scream off instantly, freezing up. He comes back into the room and smiles proudly, but then he too freezes when he sees the blood.
“I thought I fixed that.” He mentions to himself as her body heaves for air, her whole body rising and falling with each breath. His hand cautiously reaches behind her head where he peeks at the wound she received last night. The back of her head oozes blood, as if the wound was created just moments ago. He was no doctor but he knew he’d need to cover that up, again. He rips off her previous bandage and she yelps, too weak to scream, her whole body jolts at the bandage takes some of her hair with it. He tosses the bandage into the bin and leaves the room to retrieve a new one.
Outside the recording room is a small kitchen, just enough room for a mini fridge and sink, where he wets a fresh rag and picks up a fresh band-aid patch for her head. In the back of his head he wonders if her should have left the microphone on when he left, just incase she screamed again, but he knows she won’t be leaving anytime soon. With a wet cloth in hand and a band-aid, he returns to the recording room where she flinches as the door opens, fearing the worst. He grins at her reaction, loving her fear.
“This may sting.” He warns as he walks behind her, dabbing the wet rag to the back of her head, cleaning up the mess of a wound. She winces, loudly sucking in air as blood tainted water drips down her back, staining whatever shirt she was wearing before this all happened. Her body feels limp after the feeling progresses, his dabbing getting softer and less often as he finally applies the band-aid.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He asks softly, and she nods, the pain receding with each breath.
