She was stiff, her limbs barely able to move at this point, having been strapped in for god knows how long. She cursed herself sarcastically that she should have eaten more carrots.
Her mouth felt dry, her stomach was also hurting badly as if her intestines were starting to eat themselves, it was almost as if she were a mere mouse caught in a trap that someone forgot to dispose of.
She could barely feel the pressure of the straps though she knew they had most likely dug into and imbedded themselves into the crevices of her wounds. If he didnt come soon she knew she had to accept her fate.
She could hear footsteps above her, whether it was her captor or not she had no clue. As much as she tried nothing but a squeak would escape her throat, begging the question of 'How am I going to get out of here?' the lining of the wooden floor fell with each heavy footstep, some falling into her eyes like unwanted snowflakes.
She tried to salivate as much as she could just to refresh the lining of her throat, but since there wasnt much water in her system it didnt succeed.
She started to jolt her arm, hoping it was just a bad case of pins and needles, the restraint starting to slam against the chair as she did so, hoping that it would grab someones attention.
The footsteps started to turn around, then she heard the basement door open, throwing a startling amount of light into the room, her eyes starting to hurt instantly.
Each blink was excruciating, sending shivers down her spine more than his silhouette in the doorway did.
In one hand was a knife, in the other was a rough strip of fabric, likely a tourniquet. He sees the dimly-lit look of horror that was plastered on her face as she stared at the matte black hunting knife.
"What are you going to do to me?" She chokes out, managing to get some wood chippings in her mouth from the straining.
"You'll have to see," He responds, a sadistic smile now lining his face.
"As you may have noticed, I have one very dangerous weapon in one hand, and another that could become equally as bad" He says, his smile remaining the same.
"I want you to choose your punishment," He adds, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up.
He runs a finger menacingly down the serrated edge of the knife.
"Knife or Tourniquet?" He smirks, moving closer to my almost limp body.
"Which one means I can get out of this chair the quickest?" She whimpers, closing her eyes to try to stop the pain.
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