Hi Guys. I would make up some excuse for not writing for ages but I don't have one. Sorry I feel very pathetic asking this but please give me some reviews on my other story Butterflies im having a little trouble writing it and think I might just finish it there. This is just a filler to conquer my writers block.
Thanks,E xx
She sat cowering naked in a corner her huge brown orbs wide with fear. She looked around wildly turning her head from side to side, her shoulder length brown hair whipping her in the face as she did so. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily as if on the verge of sobbing. Her hands were wrapped around her knees, they were scraped and bruised and covered in dirt. Her tormenter stood on the other side of the room his brown eyes gleaming with pure evil. A silent tear ran down her face as it gleamed even in the dark. Around her was a pool of blood that was slowly getting larger as drops dripped from her head steadily. The only sound in the room was the plop of the blood drops as they reached the dusty floor covered in the sticky red liquid . His basement had been abandoned for years, she knew because they had played in when they were kids but his mother had locked the door to it after telling them it wasn't safe, that there were weak floorboards. Oh how she wished she had listened to Carol more carefully because the old creaky floor boards in the centre of the room had started to break in two and fall into the neverending darkness under them. She had no idea what was under there and didn't plan to find out anytime soon whatever his plans for her was she knew she was going to get out of there alive. When they were kids they used to rip off a floorboard and throw things down waiting to hear the sound as they reached the bottom.
But it never came.
Both of them had refused to look down there though sensing that they shouldn't. Until today. He had persuaded her to come back to his which wasn't hard considering he knew she had developed a crush on him since the age of five, and convinced her to come down to the basement where they had spent so much of their time as children. She was reluctant to go down there since his mom had told them not to because of the floor but he had said it was safe and she trusted him, then.
He had pulled up the floorboard and looked down before she could stop him.
"No, Stop!" She screamed trying to pull his weight back but he was much too fall for her short figure to dominate.
"Don't worry Rachel I have been doing this for weeks now"
His dark eyes seemed endless as he stared into the hole underneath him
"You should try it Rach"
This time when he looked at her he was different, less light and happy, how his eyes gleamed with lust and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on, but it definitely scared her.
She shook her head and returned to the present which was far more important than any flashback.
She was in danger.
And the person who was doing this to her had been her friend since they were toddlers
Finn…..
Should I continue this? Loosely based on The Hole by the way. Reveiws make me smile….as long as they are good…..but constructive critisisim is always good.