Warehouse of Terror
I open my eyes slowly. My brain is swimming in a whirlpool of dark confusion. I can hear noise but I have no idea what I am hearing. My eyes flutter open and bright light floods my head and I struggle to open them again. Not really wanting to, I fight the darkness that is trying to claim my consciousness. I need to find out what is going on.
I cannot move my arms, they are under my body and I am laying face up on what I think is a mattress. The noise I hear is to my right and it sounds human, but I'm not sure. My legs won't move and when I slightly bend them, pain burns through my left knee and my eyes shoot wide open when I remember why the pain is there. The events leading up to my last memory before the current awareness begin to flood my pain filled mind and I draw to the memory and not the present.
{Flashback}
I am walking towards my apartment building with three sacks of items I bought at the store just five blocks from my place. I always shop there because it is so close to home and is on my walk from the subway stop. It is just around dusk and the street lamps are still off. I lower my gaze to switch all the bags to my right hand as I get the keys with my left hand from the pocket on my jacket. It is a nice spring evening but the jacket is necessary and appreciated. I wish my building had a doorman but, maybe when I get the next raise at work, I can look for a safer building.
A large hand holding a blue rag clamps down firmly over my mouth and nose. Another arm wraps around mine so swiftly that I have no time to react, my arms are pinned to my sides and I drop my items and try to stop this assault. I am being pulled into the alley that I just walked past and I am loosing the struggle against both the assailant and the unfamiliar smell on the rag. Darkness wins and my arms drop from the arms holding me, but before I loose consciousness, I praise myself for at least scratching him. If he kills me, I got DNA!
I start to stir and a hand slaps my face. I rouse more and I try to get my mind clear and focused. The atmosphere is dark. I can hear a breeze causing whistling all around me. I am sitting in a chair and my hands are bound behind me with rope, I think. My mouth is covered with tape. The smell around is dank and dusty and there is something else.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead."
My eyes pop wide open now! A man is glaring at me! His eyes are full of hate, rage, and pure evil! I see NO SOUL! All my fears and worst nightmares come rushing into my mind and they all pour out of my eyes and he revels in my terror!
"We are gunna have some fun little darlin' and it starts right now!" He slaps my face and straddles my lap and the cigarette is being removed from his mouth by his thumb and forefinger. He blows it in my face and I try to turn away from it but his other hand grasps my face tightly and he leans in close and our noses touch. He glares into my eyes and the red hot end of the tiny white tube of tobacco leaves is pressed into the soft skin of the left breast on the side. I write in pain and he drinks it all in. Now I know what the other smell was. He must have burned me before I woke from the chemical and I fear what else happened while I was unaware, but right now, I can only feel the burning pain inflicted on me by this evil beast.
He stands and walks a few feet away. My brow is glistening with little drops of perspiration from the pain I was feeling and my mind is still fuzzy. I start to gain my composure and I need to focus on something. I can see now that this is a very old building that has not been used in decades would be my guess. It is very dark outside, so we must not be in the city. Oh my God, where am I? I look everywhere I can and my eyes are wide with fear I cannot fight away. He is walking back to me and he drinks a large amount of brown liquid and straddles my lap again. I don't mean to but I whimper and he chuckles with a half grin.
"Yeah hunny, we're in the middle of nowhere and noone will come to save you! But I hope a friend of mine will come to visit us soon and the three of us will have so much fun together! Now, I am going to take the tape off and you are going to drink some of this and take some pills. I have a gun and I will shoot you and we will still have lots of fun, so it's all up to you. Ready?"
I nod the affirmative and he grabs my face firmly and removes the duct tape. Immediately, he slams his mouth onto mine and I cannot fight him off. I hear the glass bottle put on the floor and then his right hand squeezes my left breast with brute force, the pain I feel will surely leave bruises. 'Good' is my thought, more proof of my assault.
Suddenly, he pulls away and lets go of my breast and digs into his pocket and pulls out a handful of different pills. His left hand releases its grip on my face and his forearm is rammed under my chin. It pushes into my neck and my head is also forced back. The fingers of the left hand sift and sort through the pile in the right hand and meticulously remove three different pills. He glares into my eyes and tells me to open my mouth. I do so, obedient with fear. They drop to the back and he swiftly replaces the pills in the pocket and brings the liquor to my mouth and pours it down my gullet, and again I swallow when he tells me to because I fear if I don't obey, he might kill me.
The bottle returns to the floor and he gazes lustfully at my body as I catch my breath from the amount he made me drink. Hands and mouth commence to roam my body as I struggle against him. I hear a 'click' noise to my left and I know what I heard and I freeze. He runs the cold metal of the gun along my neckline and down the front of my body. It teases my nipples and he licks my cheek.
He sits up and tucks the gun behind him and leans to his left and picks up the roll of silver restriction and tears off a new piece that is pushed over my mouth violently and he continues where he left off.
The mouth devours my neck while hands pull at the straps of the dress I wear, lowering them to my elbows and he comments in my ear how he is glad I did not have on a bra. Squeezing and twisting he pulls painful noises from me, I feel like I am betraying myself with them and they feed his hunger. He moves his mouth lower and he nibbles and bites my breasts all over and I wriggle in my defense.