Terror and grief filled Kendra's heart at the sight of her parents lying in puddles of their own blood. Their faces were frozen in a state of agony, telling her they didn't die painlessly. Covering her mouth, Kendra Sendrick dropped to her knees and let out a sob. She stared at her parents, wondering what she could have possibly done to be orphaned at the tender age of sixteen.
A creak in the floorboards made Kendra turn, and she let out a bloodcurdling shriek at the sight of a man with a carved smile and no eyelids. The knife he held glinted in the moonlight, showing off the blood it was covered in. Kendra was staring at the killer of her parents, and she was being forced to face the cruel reality she was next.
"J-Just get it over with!" she shouted at him, feeling as though she no longer had anything to live for. Her tears began falling harder when she looked back at her dead parents, waiting for the man behind her to finish her off. "What are you waiting for?" she snapped at him, turning once more to see a curious look on his face.
"You aren't scared?"
"I'm terrified, you idiot!" she screamed at him, standing up so she could attempt to look him in the eyes despite her short stature.
"Then why ask me to kill you?"
"You just killed my parents, jackass! Kill me and get it over with so I don't have to deal with how much this hurts!" She glared at him, clenching her fists at her sides. She refused to stand down, not wanting to feel like a weak child just days before her seventeenth birthday. Her tears still ran in a steady flow, but she ignored them in favor of showing this man just how enraged she was. "What's your problem?" she snarled after several long minutes.
Jeff ignored her, deciding to continue his decision making. He could just kill her and leave, like she seemed to want, or he could bring her with him as entertainment for when he got bored. She was definitely feisty, and her insults amused him. Making a final decision, he stepped towards her. He snickered when fear flashed in her and she took a step back. The fear dissipated instantly though, as she appeared to harden her resolve. When he took another step towards her, she didn't move an inch.
"I think you're far too entertaining for me to put you to sleep just yet," he stated calmly, then quickly reached out and pinched a pressure point that caused her to pass out in an instant.
Catching her in his arms, he set her on the floor so he could carve a quick message into the wall. When he finished, he picked the girl up and threw her over his shoulder before leaving out the window he came in.
Kendra woke up extremely disoriented. Looking around, she saw she wasn't in her bedroom, or any bedroom really. The walls surrounding her were covered in dust and cobwebs. She wrinkled her nose at the stench that suddenly assaulted her, reminding her of the septic tank at home that had to be dug up because it hadn't been functioning properly. The wreak didn't leave the house for weeks. When her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she saw her ankle was chained to the wall and she was still in her Ghost busters pajamas.
Kendra didn't even bother to be embarrassed about what she was wearing, instead focusing more of her attention on her surroundings. There was a staircase leading up on the opposite end of the room and a table close to her. Her head hurt too badly for her to stand and see if anything was on it, so she disregarded it for the time being.
Her final observation was of the dirt encrusted window on the far wall, doing more to block the sunlight than let it in. It's shape and size told her she was in a basement of some kind. Groaning, she leaned against the dirty wall behind her. What have I gotten myself into? she thought to herself as she stared at the ceiling.
Moments later, she could hear footsteps on the concrete stairs. She looked over and saw a black haired man with a cruel grin that made all of her memories come crashing down on her. She glared up at him when he stopped in front of her, not saying a word.
"It looks like the little rose is finally awake," he said with clear amusement. He knelt down in front of her, leveling their gazes. "Is she ready to play?" he asked, his grin somehow growing colder.
In response, Kendra spat in his face. He flinched, and wiped off her saliva with disgust. His amusement sparked into anger, but Kendra held her ground. He sneered at her and stood up again, going to the table that Kendra had ignored earlier.
He picked up various weapons, looking them over before setting them down. Finally, he settled on a rusted dagger. Grinning once more, he returned to his position in front of her. He waved the dagger in her paling face, then clenched the hilt and stabbed her in the thigh.
Kendra screamed in pain, wanting to yank out the dagger but knowing if she did it would make her situation worse. The man chuckled at her agony, watching with amusement dancing in his eyes, rather than removing the dagger and helping her.
When Kendra got used to the pain, she glared at him. She panted, ignoring the blade in her leg. He met her furious glare with a euphoric one of his own. Disgusted by the pleasure he felt from causing her pain, Kendra sneered at him. "Watch yourself, flower," he said. "We wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to get scarred, now would we?"
"Go fuck yourself," she snapped in response.
Laughing, the man stood. "I think I might enjoy you for a while. You might actually last longer than the rest of the toys I've brought home. Rest well, flower, you have a long night ahead of you." With that, the man left.
Kendra watched as he walked up the stairs with a confidence that irked her. Pushing down her anger and frustration, Kendra scooted herself towards the table. Biting her lip through the pain, she grabbed the edge and forced herself to stand. Now that she was able to see the contents of the table, she was overjoyed to see a first aid kit. She tried to reach for it, but she knew she wouldn't be able to get her hands on it unless she straightened her knees.
Whimpering in pain, Kendra forced herself to stand further. Once she closed her grip around the handle, she collapsed. Sweating from the exertion, Kendra propped herself up against the closest wall and opened the kit. Ripping off a piece of her shirt, she pressed it around the part of the blade that wasn't buried in her skin. Gripping the hilt, Kendra took a deep breath before yanking it out.
Crying out in agony, she quickly pressed the ripped cloth in her hand to the wound, pressing down to slow the bleeding while she got what she needed from the first aid kit. Thank God Dad taught me how to do this, she thought as she pulled out the rubbing alcohol.
Slowly peeling off the blood soaked fabric, Kendra quickly replaced it with the drenched gauze. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip while the rubbing alcohol cleaned away germs that could cause infection. The pain grew intense, then began to ease. When she was able to tolerate it, she pulled the gauze away.
Kendra examined the wound. Now that she had removed the dagger and cleaned the injury, the bleeding had slowed immensely. She turned her attention back to the first aid kit and dug around for a stitching needle and surgical thread. When she found what she was looking for, she sighed in relief that it was actually there.
Since the needle was packaged, she felt she didn't need to worry about sanitizing it. Which was good because she had no way of doing so. Retrieving the needle, she threaded it and began to work at sewing up her leg. She clenched her teeth through the pain, tying off the surgical thread when she was finished. She grabbed the scissors in the kit and snipped off the excess. Putting away the tools she had used, Kendra grabbed out the gauze and bandages. When she finished wrapping her leg and tying the bandages securely, she slumped over.
"Jesus Christ, that hurt," she mumbled before falling asleep.
