Meeting Up

Chapter 3

I looked down to be faced with thick, silver chains around my limbs and neck. Judging by the colour and the state of the shackles, I could tell they were brand new. When realisation finally hit me on my situation I began to panic, my heart started to pound within my chest as small droplets ran down my face, my hands began to shake which loudened the chains only increasing my anxiety. As I brought my knees to my chest and my hands to my hair, pulling them and violently tangling my fingers through my locks trying to search for an answer of how I've gotten into my current situation. I heard a tiny whimper from across the room. I looked up to try and locate the tiny voice, when I did eventually find her, I felt a stronger sense of fear rushing through my blood.

It was girl in a short, indigo dress, she trembled, making a loud chattering sound with the chains. She was balled up with her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her legs and arms were covered in dirt, dark purple bruises and dried blood, her body looked so skinny. Like a skeleton, her dress barely fit her as she had shrunk dangerously, it was practically like a gown on her. Although, the dress was also covered in dirt, sweat and dried blood, it was torn at the bottom which made her look like she was wearing rags. As my eyes slowly moved to her face, I saw dried tear stains and blood mixed together on her bruised cheeks. Except from the deep blue staining her skin, it was very white, like there was no blood circulating through her body. She looked like a porcelain doll, so pale and delicate, able to break from the slightest touch. She had breath - taking green eyes. They were beautiful.

When I looked over her face once more I realised that I recognised her, I got as close as I could, not too far so my chains won't make too much noise, and I did. The girl was Daneel Smith, the poor girl who was kidnapped from my hometown around five years ago. I remember we used to play games in kindergarten. When she did go missing my parents refused to let me go outside, so I was in confinement until I started talking online to people.

Wait.

Five years ago.

That's when "Jamie" and I had started talking to each other.

When I was about to ask the shivering girl a few questions, I heard locks being undone on the doors. I quickly hurried back to my corner of the room, gathering up and holding onto my chains so they can be quiet. Once all the locks had been undone, the door slowly creaked open. Masses of light began to pour in slightly blinding me, I slightly closed my eyes to mask the brightness, but in the light stood the silhouette of a tall, intimidating figure of a quite muscular man holding an object in both hands, blocking some of the light showering us.