I opened my eyes, and there’s an excruciating pain coming from my head. I look around, it’s an empty room, with some type of medical tools. I turn around and I see someone chained up on the wall with a bag over their head and blood dripping down their leg. Is this their blood on me? Or is it mine? I try to get up but my feet are tied together and chained to the ground. I don’t know what’s going on. I try waking up the other person. I struggle to get their attention, but it’s no use. I’m not even sure if their even alive, they could be dead for all I know. I don’t even know where the hell I am, a basement? An Attic? I try pulling my leg to get the chains loose, or to at least.
Someone pops out from around the corner, “Good Morning sleepy head.” He says all singsongy
“Who are you!?” I ask, with horror in my voice, recognizing the voice.
“You disobeyed me.”
“Disobeyed you? Where am I?”
“You’ll know soon enough sweetheart”
Dazed and confused I try ripping up my feet from the ground once again noticing that there is a big knife on the right hand side of the person on the wall,but as soon as I grab it, he steps on my hand. I scream in pain.
“Where do you think your going? Shut the fuck you, you want to wake them up?”
I take my other hand and pull from underneath the boot, but there’s a spike on his heel that he pierces through the back of my hand.
“I can do this all day”
“Ahhh Get off of me!” I scream in pain, while he digs his heels even further into my hand. Blood starts to leak out of my hand like a broken faucet. He bends down so that I can see his face. In my head I know that murderers only show their face to their victim when they’re about to die, and I’m about to die.