Ch.3
Forgotten
In a forgotten room, in the rusted shower, with the smell of decay drifting across the room like a music, invisible but everywhere. You couldn't see, but you could smell it, to the point of gagging wouldn't do much. Suffacation. Chained to the shower head by his wrists, Nortonknelt at the base of the tub,unconscious, drifting in and out of a horrible nightmare, for which couldn't escape. He leaned forward as he woke up, and slid backwards. the rusted chains cutting his hands as he felt his head hit the bottom. he gasped, but his lungs filled with an unknown liquid, but for sure it was a rotten substance.
He shot his head out of the murky water, and emptied his lungs, he emtied his lungs all over the floor and himself. Floating in the waste, was a key. He unlocked himself from the chain and stepped on the floor. Too easy... but what was he complaining about, he had no idea what the fuck was going on. He had no idea where he was,who did this to him...scratch that...somehow his wife was involved. Yeah, the little whore did this to me...stupid bitch...I'm going to kill her. Norton studied his surroundings. It looked to him like an Old men's locker room or some shit like that, "speaking of shit, what is this stuff?" he tried to wipe off the binding grime, but it only spread it more evenly across his arm. He stared at his writs, minor cuts, nothing big, he's done worse to others. He dug through his pockets for a cigarette, but even better, finding a cellphone. "Holy fuck, I'm saved!" He turns on his cellphone, and stares at the screen. "Fuck, I only have enough for one call, a short one."random numbers, punching them in a panic,he dials, anxiously waiting for rescue. RING...RING...RING...RING..."What the fuck!" I'm sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed, please hang up and try again. Dials another number, "Come on people, let me though!" STATIC STATIC, STATIC. Nothing, Norton angrily stared at his cell phone, no battery left. In anger he threw the phone against the wall, it breaking into several pieces. For the first time in his life, he felt helpless, there was nothing he could do, no one he could contact, no one is going to come. He despretly searched for cigarettes, but finding now, a tape recorder.
CLICK
"Hello Norton..." he dropped the tape recorder, "What the fuck?" "yes i know who you are, and also where you are, but where you should be is the question. I can see you..." The voice shot a shiver down his spine, someone, someone, someone...knows...they know what he did...but who? Who is this? "I have a game, and i want you to play, the game will begin, win you find the the key to your happiness...On your mark...get set...go." CLICK
Author's Note: I'm really sorry about last chapter it was really short, and i think i've made up for it. R and R