The cabin looks so old, it smells musty, and nothing looks clean. There are cobwebs in the corners, dust layering everything, and the kitchen has moldy food and old plates that need to be washed.
When he plops me down on the couch, I am immediately terrified of bugs... It must be infested. I'm still gagged so I don't make a sound. Being reminded of how he man handled me earlier, I don't want to provoke him.
He sits down on a lazy boy right next to me, and he starts talking.
"Oh, Ty. What has he gotten himself into now?" I flinch as he reaches over. I don't know what he plans to do, but I'm not going to be a willing victim.
He takes off my gag, and he smirks... Like he's won a prize type of smirk. It's unnerving.
"Oh, how he's gonna flip when he finds out your gone. He won't think to find you with me right away. It should be interesting." He claims. I don't want to have a conversation with him, but I need to know what's going on.
"What do you want with me?" I can't seem to hide the malice in my voice.
"Oh wouldn't you want to know?" He says teasingly... He's obviously not going to answer my question.
"I have some business to take care of with your dear friend Ty. Something that only you could help me with, hun." The way he calls me hun scares me, terrifies me, like I am a part of his master plan for something horrible... And I'd rather die right here, than have Ty get involved in whatever sick plan this man has in store for him.
Suddenly, all of our life threatening adventures don't seem to compare to what I have gotten myself into this time.
I have to stop opening the damn door.
He traces a finger down the line of my jaw menacingly, it gives me chills down my back.
"So innocent, so fragile. Oh, Ty will have a heart attack when my plan is through." My heart jumps to my throat, what does he mean "when his plan is through?" What does he plan to do?
"The only information I am going to give you, is that for every day Ty can't find you, evidence of your torture will be sent to him. It will drive him mad,
Making rookie mistakes, possibly getting himself caught." This is not good, I don't know what terrifies me more, the fact that he plans to torture me, or that he is doing it to weaken Ty.
This is something that I have to get out of myself. I need to be the hero this time... I need to do this for Ty. Still, I am nervous because I remember what that lead to the last time.
The kidnapper grabs my hands which are still tied together and drags me to a basement. This is the typical leaking, dripping, moldy basement that you would see in movies...
He takes me to the center of the room where there are handcuffs to a pipe above my head. Violent thoughts tear through my mind, but I push them away. I must keep a level head of I plan to get out of this.
He chains me up, and snaps a picture of me, and I know what he's doing... He's sending it to Ty to get under his skin. He wants him to feel powerless, then Ty will do whatever this guy wants, but I can't let that happen. Ty needs his little sister like I need my older brother. I will get out of this.
He chuckles and starts to go back upstairs. I'm suffocated by the smell, worse than it was upstairs. Stale, like with every breath I take it gets harder to breath. But that isn't the scariest part.
That would be either the fact that I can't see a thing since he closed the door shutting out the only source of light in the room, or the fact that there is no noise whatsoever except for the leaking pipes.
It's not the fact that my senses are cut off that terrifies me, but what it means...
The only way to escape is through the door the kidnapper took me through, and no one will be able to hear my screams when he comes back to torture me.
Im supposed to be coming up with a plan! I can't be sulking in the silence! This will accomplish nothing.
The only thing I can think of is the bobby pins that I put in my hair this morning, but I can't bring my hands down to reach them... That would mean I can't get out of my restraints, so even when he comes down, I can't defend myself or he will get even more pissed and take it out on me.
So. There is only one thing to do. I can't give him the satisfaction of hearing my screams. I can't let him see me cry.
Maybe that way Ty won't be as scared. Maybe he won't think that I need to be rescued right away, he will come up with a safer plan. This is the only thing to do in this type of situation.
He can't afford being reckless. We have been through so much and things have gone too far.
Flashbacks of the incident with the cop come to mind as a tear escapes my cheek. I won't do this while the kidnapper is here. I don't know what to do other than stay strong so things don't go out of hand. I have to concentrate.
But I'm exhausted. I'm no longer afraid of what he's going to do to me, I have a plan, and I am driven to follow it. No matter what happens, not as much as a flinch will escape me.
So I let my eyes flutter to sleep, ignoring the thoughts in the back of my mind telling me that this is going to hurt. I know it will, so thinking about it right now will not get me anywhere.
Even though it's hard to fall asleep in a standing up, with my hands above my head, I did get some rest.
I'm walking forward, but there's no where to go. It's all sand below me, in front of me, around me, and it's so hot. I can barely breath my mouth is so dry. But for some reason, I know I can't stop walking. It's like something bad will happen.
So I continue aimlessly walking. It hurts, and I'm physically tired, too exhausted to keep going.
I stop. And as soon as my feet stop moving, I start sinking. The sand consumes my feet, and the more I struggle, the deeper I go. I'm down to my shins, and this is the end. I keep going, when it reaches my throat, I decide to hold my breath. Maybe there's something below?
I keep trying to think positive.
That is, before the kidnapper woke me up with a sudden jolt. My legs barely reach the ground because the shackles are too high for my height, so when he pushed me backwards, I started to swing.
My eyes dart open, searching for light in the dark room. A little flint of light comes from the open upstairs door, and he's in front of me, in a mask, I see a recorder on the table in front of us.
He changed into a black hoodie, and I can barely see him. He blends in with the black darkness.
"We are gonna start from your feet, up, until your prince finds you." My heart is in my throat. This is going to be way harder than I thought.
He takes my foot, while the other can barely touch the floor. I kick him in the groin. I know I am going to regret it, but I won't put up with this without a fight. He recovers, too quickly. He grabs both of my legs. I feel something crack. I'm relieved to feel pain in my toe. I can deal with a broken toe.
I wiggle out of his grasp, and keep struggling. Eventually, he pins me, and I can't move.
"Your gonna regret that little episode." He says with a smirk. This is where I have to be strong. There is nothing else I can do.
He slowly takes off my shoes. He sees the toe that is broken, the middle toe. He bends it back.
I refuse to scream as I feel the familiar pang of pain in my joints. My eyebrows furrow, but not a peep escapes me.
This is unsatisfying to him. He wants Ty to know I'm in pain. He takes something from his pocket, and I feel a long painful tear across my shin.
He's cutting my leg. I feel the warm blood trickle down, and I decide to focus on that instead of the pain. He looks super frustrated as a smirk crosses my face.
I chuckle, and I look directly at the camera.
"It'll take a lot more to break me, hun."
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On The Run
Mystery / Thriller'It is horrible outside, and with the short time it took to take me in the car, I'm soaked. It's too dark to know what car it is. I wonder if that's why he didn't blind fold me. I spoke too soon, because he flips down my hood and slides the materia...
