Hi everyone!
I'm trying out a new story - but I just wanted to release this snippet to see if anyone would be interested in it? I know it sounds very generic right now, but I would still like to know if it would be worth reading.
Review please! Thank you.
There was blood, and there was pain. His wrists burned as the fabric pulled at his thin, delicate skin. His eyes flickered around the room, but he saw nothing. It was dark, all too dark - and he was not a fan of the dark. Countless bullying experiences during his childhood made sure he would be terrified of the night for life, no amount of therapy could help. No systematic desensitisation or flooding could help him recover from his fear.
The dark surrounded him, as did the rope surrounded his wrists and ankles. The sticky, durable duct tape stopped him from letting out a sob that made it's way up his throat. His nose twitched as he smelt something truly foul.
Footsteps. Footsteps made their way down the stairs - where were the stairs? He was unsure. A sound of something switching. A light came on. Finally. He squinted at the sudden change in brightness and his lashes fluttered as he adjusted. He was sat on a chair, his limbs bound and his sounds silenced by a piece of tape. Someone came into his view; a man? Possibly a man. The frame of the individual was broad, too broad to belong to a female and there were lack of certain assets. Muscles showed the true sex of the person: definitely a male. He could only be unsure of the sex at first because the individual was wearing a mask - a clown mask of all things. Coloured vibrantly, the mouth turned down in a frown and the face as pale as anything.
Clowns, another one of his childhood fears. A monotonous, deep voice shook him out of his thoughts.
"Well, Dr. Reid. Let the games begin. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."
Reid desperately wanted the lights to be back off. The clown took out a sharp butcher's knife out of his pocket and advanced to Reid. Reid would never get the image out of his mind and, for once, he wanted the lights back off.
The clown advanced towards him, a menacing smile on his face. The red mouth painted on the mask contrasting with his pale, smirking lips.
Reid squeezed his eyes shut. There was a menacing laugh, a moment of silence - and then, white hot pain. There was blood trickling down his leg, and there was so so much pain.
How did he end up here?