The Abnormality Of The Normality

'Oh God. Is this it?'

I don't know how long I have slept for. My head kills and it is dark outside. My arms and legs still bound to the posts with thick rope. I try to free my left hand pulling it at an odd angle. I nearly scream at the sudden burning sensation that travels up my arm as a large cracking sound echoes around the room. I look up and see my wrist already beginning to swell. I try to wiggle my fingers but quickly regret it straight away as my wrist aches with a tremendous throbbing pain. I allow tears to fall down my face as I attempt to handle the pain as quietly as possible. I am startled by the door opening, the rope tightening around my wrist.

"Oh, good. You're awake" He claims as he enters the room. He's holding a bowl with some form of hot substance on a tray and a glass of water with the same straw from before. He sets the tray down on the floor and examines my wrist. Tears waterfall down my face as he does so. "Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear," he tuts, "see... now you've hurt yourself." He walks back out of the room, leaving the door open. I struggle and ignore the burning sensations caused by the rope, being careful not to move my left hand too quickly but there's no point. Jack must have tied at least 20 different knots on each restraint, making it nearly impossible for me to escape.

No sooner has he left then he returns with a first aid box. I watch him as he crushes 2 round tablets and stirs them both into the glass of water. He sighs yet again as he sees the look of shock present on my face. "Relax, its just some aspirin to help you with the pain" He tells me, showing me the box to prove it. I accept the drink without much persuasion this time, desperate to take the throbbing pain away, even if its just for a couple of hours.

After roughly 20 minutes the sharp throbbing pain has been minimised to just an uncomfortable ache. My headache still lingers but its hardly noticeable to me now. "I'm going to untie your left hand" He informs me as he begins to untie the many knots. I just nod in response, unable to refuse. I see the glistening scalpel laying in the now open first aid box. If I can lean far enough over, I might be able to reach it. I lay patiently watching his every move as he applies a bandage to my hand, glancing every so often towards the weapon. I'm not subtle enough as he follows my gaze. I hear him mutter something under his breath as he jerks my hand awkwardly causing me to shriek out in pain. In my moment of agony, he ties my arm back up, to prevent me from going through with my plan. I struggle to fight him off with my broken wrist but manage to get a good hit at his perfect face. That's sure to leave a nasty bruise come morning. He ties the knots on the restraint tighter than before, the rope cutting into my still swollen limb.

Petrified, I watch him take a long scarf out of his pocket. I can't move as he wraps the scarf, gagging me, around my mouth being careful to leave my right cheek exposed. My eyes grow wide as Jack picks up the scalpel and moves round the bed. Holding my head turned away from him he glides the blade across my right cheek. I feel the fresh blood begin to drip down my face as the scarf muffles my cries for help. Tears cascading down my face, mixing with the blood being released by the fresh wound. Carefully he pulls the scarf up so the wound is covered up by the garment, tightening it as he does so. He gets up, packs up the first aid equipment and leaves, remembering to lock the door behind him this time.

As I lay there, my wrist throbbing, my mouth gagged, my face stinging and I start to take in what is really happening to me. Oh god. Is this it? Is this how I'm going to die?