Hostage

Chapter 1 - The Alley

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There it stood, long dark and menacing. It was built many years ago but it was cold and uninviting. It was like a cavernous monstrosity just waiting to seize anyone who had the courage to cross the threshold of this dark, threatening area. You couldn't see the far end as it had been blocked off by a large, heavy oak gate many years ago to stop the thieves and misfits of the area. It cuts through to the wastes that lay beyond the rear of the thick concrete sidewalks, that litter the depths of the pathway.There was a story about someone being attacked and murdered in the alley for the pittance in their pocket but no one knew for sure, as it happened many years ago. Other macabre stories surrounded the dark alley, but over years these stories had become more horrific. It smelt strongly of the stale urine of animals and maybe even human feces; things scuttled underfoot as you carefully trod it's length, such as rats and rodents. The walls ran with slime which covered the now long forgotten graffiti brickwork that gangs and misfits had done a while back. No one liked the alley. No one used the alley except for the brave and the foolheartedly for you never knew what lay in its depths. Would you dare to ever approach this horrifying site?

There Zoey laid on the cold hard ground, not knowing where she was or how she got there. Everything in her mind was blank, she couldn't remember anything at all, not even how she fainted. She felt a wince of pain in her side, blood gushed out of it, like she had been stabbed by a keen knife. She whimpered, screamed for help, but no one came to her rescue.

Zoey had laid on the cold ground for a while, sitting in her own blood, She could barely move or see. She heard footsteps hammering the ground, she could not make out what, or who, was approaching her.

"Hello," She said in a raspy voice.

It looked like a figure of a brawny man. The shadow started to grow every time the figure stepped a foot closer.

"Help," Zoey whimpered repeatedly as if it was the only thing she knew how to say.

She thought he would help her, but she was wrong. The faceless man kicked her right in the side, in her wound. Blood spurted out onto the decaying concrete. Zoey whimpered and screeched out her pain.

"W-Why are you doing this to me?" She said with fear in her eyes.

"Do you know who I am?" he said with a deep raspy voice.

"No." She said crying, trying to hold in the pain.

The troubled misfit got closer to her face, and put her misplaced hairs behind her ear, as an evil curve appeared onto his beautiful lips. "I'm your worst nightmare." He whispered seductively into her ear. Before she could say anything else, her vision began to go pitch-black.

He was right, he was her worst nightmare. She never thought anything could happen to her like this, but... it did. Zoey had all intentions of dying that night, but obviously she didn't. He wanted something from her, something in particular. He wouldn't just do all of this to torture her or... would he?