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Word of the day: Defenestration; the act of throwing a thing or especially a person out of a window:
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Lilianna woke with a throbbing headache, her cheek pressed against something hard and cold. She blearily blinked her eyes, trying to remember what exactly had happened.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught of images flying past her eyes in quick flashes.
The incessant ringing of the phone… the unlocked door… the power outage… the intruder catching her….
She opened her eyes. She realized the cold, hard thing she had felt was the floor. Her whole body ached, like the day after a particularly challenging cheer practice. Her lids felt heavy, her lips were chapped and ripped. She felt the grime on her face and in her hair.
How long have I been out?
Lilianna grunted and struggled to sit up. It was hard. At first, Lilianna thought it was because she was injured, but soon realized it was because her wrists and feet were bound tightly with rope. Lilianna winced as she tried to wriggle her wrists free. The course rope dug into her skin as she struggled, leaving angry red marks all along her wrists. Lilianna whimpered and let her hands drop.
It's no use. Lilianna realized. Its tied way too tight.
She'd deal with the binds later; for now, she needed to try to figure out where the hell she was.
The lighting was dim, and Lilianna had to wait for her eyes to adjust before she could see anything more than shapes.
She was in a small, compact room. It was dirty, everything covered in a thin layer of dust, and mostly empty except for a few wooden crates in the far corner. The walls were cement and cold, spattered with red. Even if Lilianna couldn't have recognized the substance in the dark, the smell would have given it away.
She would know that coppery, metallic smell anywhere.
It was the stench of old blood.
Lilianna wrinkled her nose and shivered, the putrid smell sending icy chills down her spine.
It took awhile for her foggy brain to process what this meant
Blood… the walls are covered with old, crusty, dried blood.
She whimpered as the fragmented thoughts rushing through her mind finally connected. Her already ragged breaths became even shallower, her thoughts became frenzied.
Oh God….Oh God….Oh God!
Her eyes widened with horror as she took a better look around the room. It wasn't just the walls; the ceiling and the floor were also covered in blood.
Blood everywhere…..it's like a slaughterhouse…for humans…
She sniveled pathetically, tears streaming down her face. Her heart raced and her breaths became frantic. She felt claustrophobic, as if the walls were slowly closing around her, stealing her oxygen.
I can't breathe!
Lilianna struggled to regain control of her body, fighting to suppress her fear. She needed to be rational, not crazy and hysterical. She needed to think.
She closed her eyes for a moment, ignoring the way the creepy, blood-soaked room sent tingles of nausea rippling through her body. She focused on breathing only through her mouth, so the smell wouldn't seep into her senses. The nausea receded, and Lilianna could think again.
She opened them again, filled with a new sense of determination. She was ready to fight.
Or she would be, if she didn't feel so damn tired.
Why am I so exhausted?
She felt as if all her bones had melted inside her, leaving her as limp as spaghetti.
The creak of a door opening cut through Lilianna's senses like a sharp blade. Lilianna saw a patch of light flash before her eyes, a brief, taunting view of freedom, before the second creak of the door sealed her inside once again. Then she heard footsteps; the sound echoing in the barren room.
Lilianna stopped breathing for a second, her body frozen with fear.
Is he coming back to kill me? Lilianna couldn't stop herself from picturing all the gruesome ways he could murder her.
"Lilianna," a voice boomed from somewhere. Lilianna couldn't tell from where. It seemed to be everywhere at once.
"Y-yes?" she grimaced at the weak, quavering voice that came out of her mouth.
What happened to the strong, brave girl who escaped from the hospital and survived a knife attack? Lilianna wondered.
Lilianna didn't feel strong or brave. She felt incredibly weak and fragile, like one touch could shatter her into a million pieces.
The man approached her and Lilianna couldn't prevent the tears from pouring down her cheeks. She still couldn't see his face; he was lingering in the shadows.
"Turn around," he commanded.
"What?" Lilianna asked, taken aback.
"You heard me!" his voice was rough and muffled, like he was trying to disguise it.
Lilianna slowly lowered herself back onto floor and rolled over. She hated it. Was this how he was going to kill her? With her back turned away, so she couldn't see his strike coming?
This waiting . . . not knowing what's coming. It's got to be the worst type of torture.
She heard his heavy footsteps, heard him shift so he was kneeling above her, felt his hot breath on her cheek. Her breaths became ragged, her muscles clenched.
What's he doing to me?
She felt something sharp jab her arm, and she yelped. It hadn't really hurt; it was more the surprise. She had been expecting a gunshot or a knife wound, not a little prick.
She glanced at her arm. One single drop of blood oozed out of the tiny wound. It looked like he had stabbed her with a needle.
She heard his footsteps retreat.
"You can turn back around now, if you want. You won't be able to recognize me with all the drugs in your system," he said smugly.
Drugs!
Lilianna could tell they were working too. The room was very hazy, and very energetic. It was as if all of a sudden the room had tipped, or had been put onto a rotating wheel. Everything was spinning; the crates, the walls, the ceiling. Lilianna swallowed noisily, trying to push back down the swell of nausea rising from her stomach.
Why couldn't the room stay the same color?
The walls were flashing green, then red, then yellow. Her head began to spin, her stomach dropped.
Lilianna's skin beaded cold sweat, her face paled. She began to mutter to herself, trying to reassure herself that she would somehow survive.
"Lilianna?" the man called again, demanding her attention.
She looked up at him from under her lashes, too weak to sit back up.
"Yes?" she choked out, trying not to vomit.
The room was spinning too much for her to concentrate. She couldn't get a clear look at the guys face. All she got was black . . . the guy had black hair. And he was tall.
She coughed, a deep rattling cough that wracked her whole body.
Then her eyes slammed shut, and her body suddenly became unbearably hot. Her chest heaved, and her howls of pain pierced her ears. She thrashed back and forth violently, ignoring the angry welts forming on her wrist and ankles.
Lilianna was terrified. She didn't know how to make it stop. The burning was consuming her.
"Let. . . me. . . go!" She meant for it to sound strong and demanding, but the most she could muster was a soft, breathless whisper.
The man laughed and advanced upon her.
She weakly opened her eyes as the hot flash passed. She shivered, drenched in her own sweat.
Lilianna couldn't help thinking he looked a bit familiar.
"Who… are… you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
He didn't answer, but withdrew a knife instead. The blade danced across her vision, and Lilianna couldn't tell where it actually was.
"This time there's no escape," the man said, his voice filled with malice.
The man spoke the words, but Lilianna couldn't understand him. His voice sounded distorted, like he was talking into a voice scrambler.
Lilianna coughed once more, and something wet and sticky came out of her mouth.
The man was everywhere at once.
When will the room stop spinning?
Lilianna wanted to escape, to save herself. But she knew there was nothing she could do. There was no way she could fight in her condition.
This time there's no escape.
The words bounced around her brain for a long time before they registered.
This time there's no escape.
Lilianna felt dread settle into the pit of her stomach as the words took meaning.
Her heart seized with terror because she was positive he was right. This time, there was no escape.
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