Prologue
- Tell me about you?
- Fuck you.
That was her answer. She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of a little talk, much less about her.
- I want to know you…to know about your life, about your dreams, about your surroundings…
- My surroundings? Ha! Is it something you don't see? I'm trapped mother fucker! Untie me, and let me explain you how I'm going to kick your ass!
She screamed to him trying to escape from bonds that kept her prisoner. The strings were leaving red marks around her wrists and ankles, and the pressure was hurting her.
She watched him, but couldn't see far below the shadows, only a silhouette of his body and a twinkle red light of a video-camera or that it seemed. The bright light of a spotlight was burning her pupils, plus the sweat running through her front make her difficult maintain open her eyes.
Yes, she was perfect. She was brave even in these moments of terror. He only needed to know one thing and her brave heart will be broken into pieces and the terror will start. Only one thing, but to manage to do it, he need her to say it. Yes those brown eyes will be screaming in terror, pain, and suffer. But he needed to be patience, and let the time and the water do its work.
- If you don't answer my questions, it's going to be worse. So do us a favour and start to talk, please.
She was thinking. Thinking about a million of things at the time. Her skull was hurting, her wrists and ankles too. The light was very hot, and the fear, was making her sweat. She didn't know where she was, even less who her captor was. She wanted to be at home, with her lover, "What do you want from me?" She though.
- Oh you know deep in your heart what I want. Don't make me get to it.
It was so obvious what she was thinking? But what was it? She didn't know anything about him, and didn't kwon what he wanted…How is she going to survive, if she didn't know the answer.
- Maybe I could bring you some light to you. Do you want me to do that?
- Please, enlighten me.
- Ok.
A shocked pain runs through her body. Her muscles tensed up, her teeth press together, trying desperately to suppress a cry of pain, but she couldn't cry. The electricity kept her from that. All of a sudden, like it began, it was gone. Her mouth was dry. Her muscles where hurting her, because of the shock and the electricity. At this moment she, realised that the chair that kept her sited was and electric chair, the kind on which convicts where executed...
TBC