I hear them open the trunk, and they pull me out. I stumble to get to my feet, but I find my balance. I try to yell for help but it just comes out as murmurs through the duct-tape. "Shutup! Nobody's going to hear you!", I hear Patrick say through the black bag that's over my head. My head still hurts from when they knocked me out, I don't even know what they used but it hurt like hell. There's someone else with Patrick, but I can't tell who it is. I can tell it's a guy, and he's strong. He and Patrick pull me along like I'm nothing but a noodle.We go straight for a while, then we make a right turn. I can tell we're inside a building, or house, I don't know. But I don't feel the wind blowing anymore. Plus I hear our footsteps more. "Where the hell are they taking me?", I think. "Why are they taking me?". Questions roll around in my head until I feel them push me from behind. Next thing I know I'm falling down what appears to be steps. When I reached the bottom, I land hard on my back, not to mention I fucked up my elbow. I moan in pain as they pull me to my feet, and we're walking again. Where the hell am I? The question keeps repeating over and over in my head.
We make a left, straight for a while, then another left. Finally, we stop. They pull the bag off of my head. Patrick and the other guy are standing in front of me. The other guy looks familiar, actually he kind of looks like Patrick, but taller and less acne. I think it might be his brother, I knew he had one but I'd never met him before. Patrick rips the tape off of my mouth, pulling off any shred of peach fuzz that I had. "Ouch!", I yelled. Patrick's brother laughs.
"Where the hell am I?" I finally ask. They look at eachother, then back at me. That's when they reach for my arms, now I can see that behind them was an empty coffin. A satin-laced, black coffin. Next to the coffin is a pile of chains. They begin pulling me toward the coffin. "No! No!", I scream, trying to pull away from them, but they're stronger than me. That's when Patrick grabs my arms and his brother takes my legs, I couldn't fight Patrick, because my hands were tied, but I manage to kick his brother in the face. "Ouch! Stupid bitch.", Then he gets control of my legs, and they lift me up and push me down into the coffin. "No! Please!" I yell. They close the bottom lid. "Please!" , I repeat. They close the top lid.
Darkness. I hear them rattling the chains. I know that they're chaining the coffin shut. "Why are you doing this to me?", I scream. They don't say anything. Then I hear Patrick say "Okay, it's done.". "See ya, sweetheart.", says his brother as he pats the coffin. I hear him walk away. "I'll be back, Aria.", Patrick says, then he walks away too. "Wait!", I yell. "Get me out of here!", I shuffle around inside the coffin, trying to make more noise. "Help!", I scream, "Help!". I keep repeating myself for what seems like hours. But nobody comes. I don't hear anything but the sounds of my heavy breathing. I'm scared and alone. I can't even move around.
How did I get here?...
