Hunting Fear
Sango's breath rose in clouds of mist in the frigid winter air. Her ears were nipped with the cold and her fingers had become a raw red. She didn't dare say a word; she knew it could mean her death. The words of her kidnapper swam through her pounding head.
If you don't move, I won't touch you. If you make any noise or rebel against me, I'm afraid I'll be forced to hurt you.
She kept her eyes closed tightly, though she knew it would be pointless to open them; a pitch-black bandana of some sort covered her eyes. Her hands were bound securely behind her; she wouldn't dare move them, anyway. A gag had been stuffed in her mouth, but she had nothing to say. The ever fearsome threat still rang in her mind. The tone of his voice was serious, and she didn't have the courage to test his temper.
Just take the medicine, have a little nap, and when you wake up I'll be gone, and you'll be free to go.
She had followed his instructions carefully, and she had awoken from the drug he gave her a few seconds before, but she counted to a hundred just to be sure. Very slowly and cautiously, she opened her eyes. The bandana was gone, and she could see perfectly, though it didn't matter because she had no idea where she was. The edges of her lips were raw from the friction of the gag against her mouth, but the pain was minimal. She looked at the bright blue cloudless sky that surrounded her on all sides. Then she looked down at the ground below her.
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaHHH!" she screamed, becoming nauseous. A hand was roughly strewn against her mouth, instantly silencing her. Her eyes quickly lined with burning tears and her stomach churned uncomfortably. She was being held by a hand over a cliff that fell into a forceful waterfall. Her captor leaned towards her face and put his mouth to her ear.
"What did I say?" he asked, shaking her harshly. The voice was not like the calm gentle on he'd spoken with only hours before. "WHAT DID I SAY?!?" His warm breath made her ear tingle.
"You said not to make a sound," she whimpered, praying desperately that he wouldn't drop her. Her breathing became labored and her heart ripped at her chest.
"That's right, darling," he hissed. "Now that you've broken my rules, I think you deserve a punishment."
"Please don't drop me!" she pleaded desperately in a fretful voice.
"I won't drop you, fool. Your death would be too quick to be considered a punishment. But I think your release is in jeopardy." He cackled horribly, a rough tone that grated against her ears.
"But I...I can't go back to my family?" she looked at his cruel eyes. Suddenly, her world shook as his hand slapped across her face. Tears sprang from her eyes instantly.
"Don't look at me! I don't want you to go to the police and tell them who I am! I guess it's too late for that. I guess I will have to kill you...yes, I must, and it's too much of a risk to have you running around. Wait, I'll torture you first, do what I want with you, and then kill you. That'll teach you a lesson."
"Are you going to kill me?" He burrowed into her innocent chestnut brown ones. His tone became calm and suave again.
"You're going to wish you were dead."