Cast The Die

Chapter Fourteen

April 2019

I've managed to get the blindfold onto my forehead again. It's starting to get cold in here, I'm still wearing my red dress and when I look down, I can't see anything, but I know it's covered in blood. I've been awake for what seems like three hours, but it could be more, no less. There is someone sat at the end of the corridor that I am on, I can hear when someone comes to take over the other person, like they're on The Nights Watch. They do that every hour. I could smell bacon a moment ago, maybe it's morning and someone has brought them breakfast for their shift. I managed to shuffle myself closer to the shutter about thirty-minutes ago, it's not much better than the back wall but I can hear when people come down the corridor. From what I've heard, about twenty-five steps to the left there is a door, it might be more but that's all I could hear. There's no code on the door, no keys needed, it sounded like it just opened and closed like a regular door. I have no idea what is to the right, probably more storage units, no one has been down there yet.

I'm hoping that I'm still in Bournemouth. I hope they picked me up at the end of that street, drove straight to Shed Space and put me in this storage unit. That way it would only be Saturday morning, there is no way I could be unconscious for more than a few hours, is there? If I'm not home my parents will assume I stayed at Jen's, but they trust me so they wouldn't call to ask. How will they know where I am? I didn't text Jen when I got home like she asked me to, so if she wasn't wasted, she might remember and call my parents. Unless, she thinks I just got home and fell asleep, then she won't call them because she'll think I'm okay. It'll be hours before anyone knows I'm missing. That's if it's even Saturday. What if it's been a whole week and there's been search parties and missing person posters stuck all over town? Why would my captors keep me here for a whole week? Why would they keep me here at all? Why am I still alive? If they were going to kill me, they would have by now. Then I remembered the man's voice. We're not supposed to kill her, remember that. They're not supposed to kill me. Who told them not to kill me? What do they need from me? I'm just a seventeen-year-old girl, soon to be eighteen, with a normal life. What could they possibly want from me?