I woke up in utter darkness. That's never a good sign.
"But why did you bring her here?!" a muffled shout entered the darkness. I sat up only to hit my head on the low ceiling of...wherever I was. My hand instinctively went to my head...only problem? My hands were bound behind my back. And my feet were tied too. Oh, and another thing...I HAD DUCT TAPE OVER MY MOUTH! I began to freak out.
Darkness+small enclosed space+being hog-tied=panic/claustrphobic attack.
I calmed my breathing, so I wouldn't hyperventilate and faint again, ignored my throbbing head, and strained my hearing to catch something the voices, outside my unknown prison, would say. Anything to help me figure out what was happening. I moved against the carpeted floor and paused.
Carpeting? Where the hell was I?!
Carefully, I sat up as much as I could and felt for a handle or knob that could grant me my freedom. Finally my hand touched cold plastic and I laughed in relief, but as I turned the handle it was thrown open by someone outside.
Since I had been leaning on the "door" for support, I fell out onto the cement floor. Now my butt was throbbing. I let out a squeak of pain as I tried to shift my weight to stand. Okay, I think I broke my butt...is that possible?
Snap out of it! Look around! Try to escape!
I obeyed that neat little voice in my head, after all, it had helped me before...
My eyes took in everything in my surroundings. I learned that I had been tied up and tossed into my own trunk because my car was right next to me. Yay.
"Great! Now you let her see the place! What the fu*k is wrong with you?!"
My attention snapped to the man who was about to blow a blood vessel. Seriously, his jugular vein was popping three inches from his neck and his face was purple.
Wait, does that mean that this guy is human? I mean, I can see the blood pulsing in his veins and vampire don't have a heartbeat. So he's not a vampire, right? Or did I not imagine the whole hot-vampire-guy-ripping-a-werewolf's-throat-out scene? My head hurt.
So...what happens now?
The man who I had hit with my car crouched into my view.
“Are you going to scream?” he asked. I vehemently shook my head, then he ripped the duct tape of my mouth.
Pause.
“OW...” I said kind of sarcastically. Really, you try to be sarcastic when the skin of your lips was just ripped off, I get points for trying.
The guy smirked and shook his head. I huffed out a gush of air and continued to take in my surroundings. I was in a garage. Okay. I saw a window and it was dark outside. Only a few hours have passed. Check. I looked at the tool bench and the color drained from my face. Saws, picks, hammers, knifes, and other assorted goodies littered the wall behind me.
Breathe in. Hold. Out. Good.
I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat as I lost my humorous attitude.
 VicinityObscenity · Sun Jan 27, 2008 @ 08:50am · 0 Comments |
