Chapter 7:
Jill's hand slid up, touching her pillow, feeling softness. Her head tilted, feeling lazy. Her finger digits made small circles on her pillow. Her fingernails scratched her pillow while the rest of her body tried to wake up. Another day on vacation. Jill's feet caressed the blankets, and she turned herself over.
Through the air, she smell of breakfast and something else. Jill smirked to herself, she needed breakfast. Jill felt too lazy to get up from bed, so she just laid there. She tossed over again and wrapped her legs around the blankets, cuddling. She covered her eyes with her sheets, then she laid on her back once more.
But one thing was wrong. She looked up at the roof, and she could see the boards that supported the ceiling. Rotting dark wood of some kind with cobwebs and some green and black mole. There was poles too that criss-crossed around the ceiling, making noise. Then a small window that almost touched the roof on the wall.
"Mom…Dad…" she muttered to herself.
This wasn't her regular roof.
"Mom. Dad." Jill repeated.
Jill shot up, sitting on her bed. This wasn't her room! It was a basement!
"Mom! Dad!" she called out.
Jill got up from her bed, and walked around. She was barefoot and she was still in her pajamas. The room was a small one, but there was a problem. She was in a cage that surrounded her bed. The cage circled her bed that connected to the stone wall, and Jill was happy there was no shackles or rope..
Luckily the cage door was open. Cautious, Jill walked out. There was nothing but empty shelves, a small window with bars, and in the corner of the room was a huge tub the size of a boulder. It was a rather clean tub. It was shaped like an egg, and it also looked like a shower. But it had no curtains.
"Mom! Dad!"
Jill ran up to the window and hung on the bars, trying to detect a weakness in the metal. She walked around in a big circle, trying to find something that would help her escape. But there was nothing. The only light came from that window. But strangely, there was a light bulb in the middle of the room wasn't on. Jill didn't find a switch, so it must turn on from the outside.
Then she found the door. It was in the corner hidden behind a large red curtain. She ran up the short steps and banged on the door and kicked it, and trying to dig her fingers in the keyhole. It was useless. This room was sadistic.
"Hello!"
Jill kicked the door multiple times.
"Somebody! Can anyone hear me!" she screamed.
Soon she got tired, and put her back against the door, slid down and sat there. She banged the back of her head against the door.
"Please…!" she called out," Hello! Is anyone out there? Please…!"
Her hands felt like they would get bruised, so she gave up. Maybe in a few hours she'll try again.
Jill got up and went back to her bed, but was sure to leave the caged door wide open. She sat there with her knees up, curled and scared.
For 3 hours she was like that, waiting to either live or die. Then finally, she was about to sleep again. Her chest throbbed, and it almost hurt. As she was under her covers, the door opened.
She gasped. Laid still. Kept her breathe in.
The sound of the door and the footsteps excited her. A deep hollow sound. The soft creaking and the smell of some sort of meat and bread. She didn't dare move, and her fingers crumpled together tightly.
The sound of something else, and the sound of something on the table and the sound of the cage door creaking. All these noises excited her and she was afraid she was going to squeak from fear or something. Give herself away.
Someone walked into her cage. Then the noise of the cage door again. The pounding of footsteps. More distant noises on the stairway, and the door closed and locked again. There was no more noises.
She was alone again. Whoever that stranger was, he or she didn't care to acknowledge her. That was fine.
Jill got up from her bed and looked at the table. There was breakfast she smelled earlier. There was pancakes, waffles, has browns, eggs, bacon, sausage, bread, crispy toast, cereal, green tea, orange juice, fresh cold milk, ice water, a small cup of honey, and a small cup of sugar.
She was surprised that all fit onto one tray alone. It was all clustered together. A pile of food. This was nice. Jill scooted over and took a fork. So it was decided then. This was her prison. But she didn't do anything wrong.
The light through the window got dim, and soon there was no light at light. Not even the light bulb in the middle of the room. Breakfast was finished, and Jill decided to explore the basement.
Jill retreated back to her cage and sat on her bed. Then she shuddered when the light bulb turned on. It burned her eyes abit. Somebody was out there, and knew that she was down here. Then the door opened. Those noises excited here again.
"Hello…" she whispered.
Into the light came a tall figure. With a broad chest and arms. A very large figure. This person wore a mask. His whole figure wore black, even his shoes and hair. His head turned towards her, sending waves of intimidation.
This person came up to her cage and kicked the bars with his shoe, making the metal hum.
This person leaned on the bars, looking at her up and down, then looked at her tray of breakfast. He crossed his legs.
"Hello there…"
He came up and took her tray away. He seemed to smirk, as he noticed she didn't eat the bacon and sausage and hash browns.
"Vegetarian…?" he asked.
For a moment she stared at him.
Jill shook her head.
"No? That's alright… I'll bring fruit later." He insisted.
Jill covered her feet with the blankets, getting comfy.
He came closer and sat on the edge of her bed.
He reached for the tray and grabbed the knife.
He adjusted his mask and crossed his legs, making himself comfy.
Obviously Jill was extremely nervous that this person had something so dangerous in his hands. Who knows what he intended to do with that. Cut her ears off, cut her stomach open, slit her throat. All those possibilities.
"What… this?" he held up the knife," Does it make you nervous…? It makes me excited."
He sat there, and took a firmer hold on the silverware. This man had leather gloves with little white skulls painted around the wrist.
Was he the kind of man who was an artist at killing people? All these thoughts came back to Jill about being in that house with the phone at the end of the table, waiting to ring.
"Do I scare you?" the man asked. A firm hollow voice.
A cool chill went through Jill's clothes, making her sink under the covers a bit more. She was getting a little irritated.
"You think I'm going to hurt you?"
He asked her another sickening teasing question that sent a chill through her clothes again, and she couldn't help but feel mentally violated.
But an excellent question that was!
Jill saw how this man was sitting infront of her and he didn't look like he was going to pounce at her and slice her open, it was just how he talked to her and the change in his voice.
"How bout I make you a deal?"
What kind of deal?
His voice scared her now, and she'll never forgive herself if she agrees to whatever he had to offer.
It was his voice that intrigued her. He changed his voice from being soft, intimidating, to threatening and chilling. Thank god she couldn't see his eyes, she would've cracked by now.
Jill blinked, then screamed as this man lunged himself at her with this speed she's never seen before!
He pulled down both her arms with his own, and his knees locked down her legs. With his left hand he got the knife and got her head down.
"Stop it! Please! Get ooooff! Ahh-! Get off! Stooooop! " Jill screamed at the top of her lungs.
His hands went through her hair, rubbing her scalp, pulling some from the root and tossing and turning it this way and that. She could feel his nose smell her head and his moist lips.
He placed her head in the middle of his stomach, and the feel of his shirt was hot and damp.
Jill was horrified, and hoped he wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do. Jill kicked up her legs, and twirled her body around. But he lifted his arms up and held her down more firmly.
His nose was still placed in her head, and she could feel his lips open and sigh, and then breathe through his nose again. He did this twice, and his body trembled from some sensation.
"Your hair…" he breathed.
But then he held down her body, turned her around, and got on her back. She could feel his knees on both side of her waist, straddling her. Oh god no! Feeling pain, Jill screamed into the blankets, that muffled her cries.
But at least he didn't unzip his pants when her head was at his stomach, that would've scarred her for life.
"Do me a small favor and I won't have to hurt you… Sounds fair? I know it doesn't. But can't you be reasonable? It's a favor. It'll be harmless, can't you see?" he placed his hands on her back.
This was bad. Really bad. Ouch!
Jill screamed again!
Whatever happened to her vacation?
She kicked up her legs and wriggled her arms.
"It'll be alright. Reckon? You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours… "
His fingernails went down the middle of her back as he said that last sentence. His voice was sick and evil.
Jill tried to buck him off, and she screamed into her pillow. He leaned in to hear what she had to say. But she slowly began to give up.
Jill began to go silent, and her body went limp. But a sound came from her mouth and that sent curiosity through the stranger. He leaned in and realized that the poor girl was sobbing.
"What? …It's not fair? Of course it's not fair. It's sick…" He growled," Are you going to participate with me?"
Sobbing into her pillow, Jill shook her head no.
No.
Thinking this was no big deal, the stranger loosened his grip on her. She wasn't going anywhere. Her arms were free, but she didn't move anymore, and he was touching her waist. He shifted on his legs.
Like petting the long neck of a dog, his hands moved up and down her waist, focusing hard. In seconds, Jill began to whimper from his touch, begging for it to be over soon. He shifted on his legs again, getting excited.
This molestation was too much for her head to handle, the nightmares would come back again.
He lifted his forefinger and it slowly slid under the small rim of her shirt, and touched her skin. Her beautiful skin.
Her skin was hot and soft. Jill felt it, and his finger was cold.
A second finger went under and it slid along the rim of her shirt, and each time he went across her shirt, the higher he pulled it up.
"Oh god…" he moaned. His stomach as now at her back. He continued.
By then only an inch of her skin was shown.
And what scared the hell of out Jill was that this man behind her, groaned, like a man in pain. Jill whimpered again, and she began to sob some more. He shifted on his legs again, getting more excited!
Jill sobbed and moaned no into her pillow and shook her head, she tried to wriggle more. She let out a loud scream that caught his attention, and he leaned his head towards her.
"No…" she cried out.
He seemed to grunt, and sighed.
"Oh, that's sad. A little disappointed. I hoped you would've been equally eager like me. But I'll wait for you."
He still sat on her, but then pulled her hair back. And what horrified her was that she felt a hardness in his pants behind her.
But that wasn't the case, because what he did next was a total surprise! He got the knife and began to cut her hair. Cut her hair! Jill screamed and tried to hold back her hair! She almost succeeded at rolling him off, but failed.
"No! No! No! No! Don't! Nooo! Stop!" she screamed and he cut off the last bit of what he could from her head, and Jill stopped screaming.
The pressure on her head was gone. He let go, and he tried gather every strand he could find. Jill really began to cry then.
For a moment he paused, staring at her crying without a comment, and then he leaned in towards her ear.
His voice changed again somehow.
"I can't stop, and I'm telling you this now. Now, listen to me carefully. Listen. I won't stop. Cuz'… I want you too much. Now I'm taking your hair as a token. A small trophy. A piece of property. A memory. A piece of you. Remember, I want you too much." the man whispered, and lowly, and softly, but surely kissed her ear.
He paused and kissed the back of her ear again, softly sucking, gently, and his lips, hot and warm.
He got off her finally. Jill's hand touched her hair, and no more than a hand's length was left of her brunette hair. Jill wiped her eyes, stretched out her body, and looked back at him. She pulled down her shirt again. The man locked the cage door, went behind the red curtain, walked back up the steps, making those noises again, and locked the door.
The light bulb went out and she cried.
