I woke up with a jolt, remembering that I just had my throat slit. Rebecca. That bitch.
I pushed myself up from the hardwood floor. At first I thought I was in the basement, but I was in a different place. Hope sparked inside me. Did I escape? Am I free? Looking around I realized that I was in a cabin. There was no furniture. I was in an empty room and there were no windows, only one door on the far end. My only means of escape.
I felt my throat with my hand and there was only smooth cold skin. My clothes didn't have any blood on them. In fact, my clothes were entirely different. I was wearing a flowing white gown. One that is suited for a bride. The scratchy lace cloth was uncomfortable. I stood up and walked to the only door in the room, but when I turned the knob, it was locked.
"No use escaping." I heard a deep male voice behind me. I twisted around so fast I almost lost my balance. He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. He was wearing loose pants and his feet planted firmly apart. His blue eyes were otherworldly as they stared at me. His brown hair was short which seemed like they had been cut off with a blunt knife. I know, because I did this to myself once.
"Who the fuck-" I stepped back until my back hit the door. I was starting to get anxious. My heart was beating fast and my palms started to sweat. Whoever this guy is, I do not want anything to do with him. He feels different. Not human. Not ghost. But something more and that might mean more harm."Who are you." I said with as much authority I can muster.
He didn't speak. Instead he took one slow step towards me, and then another, and another, until he was right in front of me. I didn't dare move. If he was as powerful enough to get me out of the murder house, who knows what else he can do.
He bent his head down and I felt his warm breath on the crook of my neck and he pushed the lace cloth aside with his finger. Then he licked the my skin. His tongue was hot and it burned my flesh where his toungue touched my skin. I bit my cheek to keep from making a sound, and I tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing me in pain.
He pulled back and searched my face. He put his hands on either side of my face caressing my cheek with his right thumb. "I will come and get you, when I am strong enough." He kissed my lips gently, which surprised me. I expected it to burn. "You are mine." His eyes bore into mine. "YOU ARE MINE!" His once calm expression turned into someone who looked like a maniac. He fisted his right hand on my hair and I held his wrist, trying to lessen the force of his pull. I was starting to whimper like a kid. He heard this and his face lost that crazy expression. He looked gentle once more. "Nobody touches you okay?" I was too stunned to answer and he took offense in this. His eyes glazed over and I knew he turned into a madman once more. He grabbed the sides of my head and hit it against the door hard. I felt a cracking pain in my skull and I lost consciousness.
I woke up in my tent sobbing. I looked around to see if there was any sign of that guy. But there was only Rebecca, kneeling at my side. Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears. She bowed her head, almost as if in shame and whispered, "I'm sorry."
I broked down and started crying in earnest and Rebecca hugged me tightly in her small arms. I knew, that is was only a matter of time, before things get worse.