Jennifer wakes up somewhere cold and dark. She struggles to open her eyes. (Nnh… My head… What… What happened? Where an I?) Her wrists are bound, and she's lying in a dingy corner. Overhead, a bare bulb shines a wan, yellow light. ( The… The last thing I remember is the club…)Turning her head, you see a masked man standing at a workbench. His back is to her but she can make out what he is doing. He methodically lays out tools… A scalpel, a palette knife, a bucket.
"Oh my god… oh my god" Behind her, she can barely make out a narrow flight of stairs. Using the corner of the wall as a brace, she rises unsteadily to her feet ( I need to be quiet… I can make it out of here…)
The step creaks, the masked man charges towards her! She race frantically up the stairs…
"Oh my god…" Jennifer find herself on the deck of a boat, grazing out at the rocky shores a deserted island. The ocean spray stings against her cheeks!
"No…No!" she pleads. The masked man emerges from below decks. He is holding a syringe. Looking down, she sees choppy waves pound against the hull.
" Please don't hurt me" She falls to her knees.
"Please… Please just let me go. I'll give you whatever you want"
The man walks over to her.
"Yes. Yes, you will" The man states menacingly
The man jerks violently on her arm, pulling her to your feet! Her shoulder pops with an agonizing crack!
"Aaagh!" she screams in agony
"No more running" he says with a horrifying tone.
With surgical precision, the man sticks the syringe into her neck.
"Ahh!" She screams out as she feels a stinging sensation against her neck.
( What did he just give me…? I feel…Dizzy…)
The world blurs around her. Her body goes limp, paralysed. The masked man carries her down below deck and lays her on the workbench.
"Hhhh" she struggles to speak.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you". The masked man his voice dripping with gentleness that made Jennifer get goose bumps.
He dips a palette knife into a bucket and uses it to apply a layer of plaster across her face.
"I'm just going to show the world your true face". His eyes narrow at her upset face. The masked man continues to work, covering her mouth and nostrils, but leaving her eyes for last. She struggles, but she can't move! Her limbs lay dead at her sides! Her lungs burn for air. Her vision dims… Then the darkness swallows her.