Staked

Prologue

The women awoke in a dark room, strapped to a chair, her clothing ripped and torn, a warm, red substance trickling down her face. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. A gag was in her mouth, tied around the back of her head. Thankfully, though, she wasn't blindfolded so she could see fine in the darkness. She saw a faint light in the distance, probably coming from the window, but she could only dream about getting outside because she knew she wouldn't get out of these bonds...she knew that whoever had taken her was going to toy with her for awhile, maybe torture her, and eventually kill her, dumping her body in the lake or the river or just in the trash can in plane view. Suddenly, she became more panicked. She heard footsteps coming down a set of metallic, spiral stairs. A figure came into a view dressed in a pair of ripped, black jeans and a blue T-shirt.

The woman tried to scream all the more, but she couldn't even try, the gag restraining any form of speech from her.

"Oh how cute," mocked the figure in a cold voice, "the little woman is trying to escape. Aww isn't she cute." The figure was clearing a man. His tone had take a baby voice. He talked up to the woman, grabbed her by her thin and taught jawline, and raised his other hand, slamming her across the face. Her head twisted back with the force of the blow, blood flying from her lip. Small tears were starting to form from her eyes.

"Aww is the little baby going to cry? Is she? Is she?" asked the man mockingly. He kneed the woman in the stomach, causing her to reel backward. He grabbed her by the hair and took out a blade he had hidden. He put the blade against her throat. He ran it across his neck, a small line of blood tracing down her neck, to her collarbone, collecting at the collar of her shirt. "I would just kill you now, but the boss wouldn't want me to. He'd kill me. He wants you alive." A fearful and confused expression spread across her face. The boss? What the hell was happening?

"Now I will ungag you if you promise not to scream. But if you do scream, I will kill you right here and no one will even know except the Boss. And he will forsure kill me." The woman grunted for a few minutes. The man removed the gag slowly. He expected the woman to scream.

And she did.

"You little bitch!" shouted the man. He grabbed her by the throat and smashed the back of her neck into the back of the chair. She suddenly stopped. Now she was whimpering. Truth be told, at this moment, she should've been at thanksgiving dinner with her, but she had gotten lost on the way, and now she was here, in the terrifying grasp of some serial killer who had abducted her, someone who would surely kill her. "Now, what is your name precious?"

"L--L--Linda," she stuttered. She struggled against her bonds a bit. "What do you want with me?"

"Oh, well. I'm hungry. Let's just say that. And I am not releasing you completely. Just the gag was removed so we can have some conversation before you die," said the man. "I wanted a pretty little morsel of a woman. And I got one."

"I should be home by now...at a thanksgiving dinner," said Linda.

"Well, honestly, I don't really care," the man replied, "I had a family once. I loving family. But they were all killed. Hunted I should say. And you will be killed here in good time."

"You monster," spat Linda.

"Me? A monster? I highly doubt it. I was never a monster to begin with. Sure I kill people every now and then and drain their blood. Doesn't make me a monster," explained the man. He was oblivious.

"No. Don't kill me. What did I ever do?"

"Oh nothing. I'm just bored and hungry and want to have fun."

"What does hunger have anything to do with---" He swung his fist and slammed it into her nose. Blood exploded from her face. It was smelled good. AB- was always good.

"You really wanna know that now?" Suddenly the man opened his mouth. Fangs were elongating from the top of his teeth. The woman tried to scream, but the man--creature--lunged.