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Chapter One: The After

  Connie wakes up in a dark room on the freezing floor. It smelled strongly of sulfur and mildew. She tried to stand but as she almost succeeds, her legs give out. She gives out a samll yelp and just like that, bright flourecent lights blind her. She can't decipher if the faint buzzing she's hearing is the lights or some sort of insect. She looked around, she was in what appeared to be a poorly kept morgue. Complete with an operating table, body racks, a furnace, and a bloody sink. And in the middle of the cold, tile floor, was a huge drain. Connie now realizes that she's been chained to the floor by her ankles. With this she's sent into a panic. 

"Help me!" She screams.

"Please!" She yells while pulling at the chain.

  Then, she heard the laughing. It was the most manicale and evil thing Connie had ever heard. It was as if the devil was in the room with her. As she turns her body she sees Arnold Friend standing in a dark doorway. He was still in the same tight jeans, White shirt, and black boots that he couldn't quite walk in. 

"Don't fret baby girl." He said. Slowly walking closer to her. Carfeul not to fall. 

"Arnold Friend is gonna take real good care of you. And you're gonne love it." He said, giving the most evil looking smirk.

   With every step he got closer, the smell of sulfur got stronger and stronger. Connie almost gagged.

"What're you gonna do to me?" She asked, trying to slowly inch away.

"Oh, nothin too ad. Definitly nothin I'm sure you won't enjoy. And I'll treat you real nice if you're a good little girl." Arnold said, getting much closer now. 

"But if you're bad; well, you don't wanna see how mean i can get." He said while snatching her chin, dragging her across the room. 

  He put his hand around her neck, starring into her eyes with his broken glass. But Connie was starring deeper, and she zaw somehting in him that he didn't even know existed. 

   Arnold tightened his grip and threw Connie across the room and against the wall.

"Now here are the rules. You listen to me and do as I sayand you won't be punished. If you don't well, I'll make your life a living hell." Arnold says while walking away.   

   He looked over to her and sees she's been knocked out. 

"Whatever." He said while closing the door to the room. 

    Connie wakes up on the cold metal table. She's still in the morgue-esk room and there seemed to be a faint smell of rot. Just then, Arnold walks in. Now he's only wearing his tight jeans and boots. Leaving his muscular chest bare for Connie to see. Arnold walks over to his tools and picks up a scalpel; with this Connie starts to panic. As she tries to get off the table something pushes her back down. She couldn't see but it felt as if this invisible force might've been arnold.

"Now now baby, no need to get fussy," He says, slowly walking over to her.

"All I'm gonna do is make a few little cuts. So you'll be ready when the time comes." 

  Arnold makes his first incision, cutting a deep gash in Connie arm, then in her right thigh, and right beside her heart. He takes a small, pill-like object and forces one into each cut, carefully stithcing each one back up as he goes. All the while, Connie was screaming he rhead off from the pain. Finally, Arnold picks Connie up, flips her over, and slams her back down on the table. He takes some shears and cuts some of her beautiful blonde hair off. He make shis final cut,  but this time he puts a slightly larger pill in the cut. He pushed it in so deep that it felt like it was touching Connies brain. He stitched her up and left her there, letting her scream and cry until she almost passed out.

"You look promising Connie. You'll be ready soon." Arnold says, turning off the light and locking the door behind him. 

 Leaving a whimpering, bleeding Connie to eventually black out from the pain.