“cut”!
The sound of a toilet flushing alerted me that I wasn’t alone. Oh God…it must be him! I noticed the only closed door at the left side of the shack. It had to be the bathroom.
A petrifying sound, raspy and low, started humming the song, like the one on my answering machine - “I Got You Babe”. It was him.
My heart raced and tears of panic began to well behind my already swollen lids. My breaths became quick and shallow.
I wanted to pretend like I was still unconscious, but there was no way I could. I was already to the point of hyperventilating. My mouth was taped shut and my only air source was through my nose, and the membranes in my nose were swollen, making it already difficult to breathe.
My emotions started to get the best of me. I fought with myself to gain control over my mind. I needed to slow my breathing so I wouldn’t pass out. But just as I started to get a hold of myself, the bathroom door flew open.
A dark figure staggered out, staring at his pants, attempting to zip them up.
I couldn’t shut my eyes or pretend. It was too late. He glanced over to me and I glared back at his utterly disgusting face. He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas. Pure and unadulterated evil.
“Well, well… look who’s finally decided to join the party,” he slurred. His eyes were dark and droopy. He sounded like my mother when she’d had way too much to drink. His left eye and cheek were badly bruised and swollen. I must have done that to him during the struggle. At least I managed to afflict some pain to that bastard. He shuffled towards me.
“Hey darlin’… how do ya like your new love nest? Nice and cozy ain’t it?” He laughed holding his arms out to me, flashing his plaque-infested, rotted teeth. A wave of nausea hit me like a flood. I wanted to puke, but my mouth was taped shut and I’d have to swallow it.
If there ever was a hell…I was more than certain that this was it. I tried hard not to think of the terror that was about to befall me. I was completely helpless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever was coming, but there was no way to prepare for this. Instead, I fought desperately to seek my happy place.
He sat at the edge of the cot and stared at me. The stench of his breath was overwhelming.
“Don’t be afraid, darlin’. I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said rubbing his calloused hand across my cheek. I jerked my head away from him. I didn’t want that murdering, asshole touching me.
“Aw, come on now. I told ya, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said sarcastically. “That is…unless you want me to.” His voice and eyes hardened. Then he laughed a wicked laugh, the kind that sent chills down my spine. I stayed frozen. He leaned toward me, and I winced. His fingers brushed against my forehead as he picked up a lock of my hair, leaned in towards me, and sniffed it.
“Ya smell good darlin’. Just like a ripened strawberry.” His words were terrifying. Just before I thought things were going to get much worse, he became distracted.
He stood up off of the cot and stumbled towards the counter, grabbing an open bag of Doritos, shoveling a handful into his mouth. Crumbs dropped all over the floor. He crumpled the bag and threw it across the room.
“Ya know… your boyfriend was ve-ry stupid. Very, ve-ry stupid,” he slurred, spewing crumbs as he spoke. “All I wanted was my money, but he had to go n’ play Mr. Hero man. He thought he could trick me by giving me only a portion, but I’m smart. People assume that I’m stupid, cause the way I look, but I ain’t. I’m ve-ry intelligent,” he slurred, tapping his finger to his forehead.
“That kid had more money than he knew what to do with. Granted… it wasn’t his debt. But he was the idiot who agreed to help out his bestest buddy Tyler. I didn’t care where the money was coming from... I just wanted my
The sound of a toilet flushing alerted me that I wasn’t alone. Oh God…it must be him! I noticed the only closed door at the left side of the shack. It had to be the bathroom.
A petrifying sound, raspy and low, started humming the song, like the one on my answering machine - “I Got You Babe”. It was him.
My heart raced and tears of panic began to well behind my already swollen lids. My breaths became quick and shallow.
I wanted to pretend like I was still unconscious, but there was no way I could. I was already to the point of hyperventilating. My mouth was taped shut and my only air source was through my nose, and the membranes in my nose were swollen, making it already difficult to breathe.
My emotions started to get the best of me. I fought with myself to gain control over my mind. I needed to slow my breathing so I wouldn’t pass out. But just as I started to get a hold of myself, the bathroom door flew open.
A dark figure staggered out, staring at his pants, attempting to zip them up.
I couldn’t shut my eyes or pretend. It was too late. He glanced over to me and I glared back at his utterly disgusting face. He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas. Pure and unadulterated evil.
“Well, well… look who’s finally decided to join the party,” he slurred. His eyes were dark and droopy. He sounded like my mother when she’d had way too much to drink. His left eye and cheek were badly bruised and swollen. I must have done that to him during the struggle. At least I managed to afflict some pain to that bastard. He shuffled towards me.
“Hey darlin’… how do ya like your new love nest? Nice and cozy ain’t it?” He laughed holding his arms out to me, flashing his plaque-infested, rotted teeth. A wave of nausea hit me like a flood. I wanted to puke, but my mouth was taped shut and I’d have to swallow it.
If there ever was a hell…I was more than certain that this was it. I tried hard not to think of the terror that was about to befall me. I was completely helpless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. I tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever was coming, but there was no way to prepare for this. Instead, I fought desperately to seek my happy place.
He sat at the edge of the cot and stared at me. The stench of his breath was overwhelming.
“Don’t be afraid, darlin’. I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said rubbing his calloused hand across my cheek. I jerked my head away from him. I didn’t want that murdering, asshole touching me.
“Aw, come on now. I told ya, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he said sarcastically. “That is…unless you want me to.” His voice and eyes hardened. Then he laughed a wicked laugh, the kind that sent chills down my spine. I stayed frozen. He leaned toward me, and I winced. His fingers brushed against my forehead as he picked up a lock of my hair, leaned in towards me, and sniffed it.
“Ya smell good darlin’. Just like a ripened strawberry.” His words were terrifying. Just before I thought things were going to get much worse, he became distracted.
He stood up off of the cot and stumbled towards the counter, grabbing an open bag of Doritos, shoveling a handful into his mouth. Crumbs dropped all over the floor. He crumpled the bag and threw it across the room.
“Ya know… your boyfriend was ve-ry stupid. Very, ve-ry stupid,” he slurred, spewing crumbs as he spoke. “All I wanted was my money, but he had to go n’ play Mr. Hero man. He thought he could trick me by giving me only a portion, but I’m smart. People assume that I’m stupid, cause the way I look, but I ain’t. I’m ve-ry intelligent,” he slurred, tapping his finger to his forehead.
“That kid had more money than he knew what to do with. Granted… it wasn’t his debt. But he was the idiot who agreed to help out his bestest buddy Tyler. I didn’t care where the money was coming from... I just wanted my
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