I painfully opened my eyes, blinking into the darkness that eclipsed me. I let out a pain filled yelp, as the vile agony spread through my head. I felt a warm substance drip down my face and past my dry lips, but as I raised a hand to touch it, resistance met me. I tugged helplessly against the resistance, only realizing moments later that I must have been bound. Besides the pain that was ripping my head apart, my arms were burning from the inside.
I coughed, feeling the sickening spit fly from my lips. I was alone in the darkness and had no idea how I got there.
"Pacey?" I whispered, thoughts flying through my head. My voice was weak and broken, pain torturing my raw throat. Footsteps echoed from somewhere around me, but yet, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the suffocating darkness.
"No" A voice chuckled, caressing my skin sinisterly. A mixture of fear and anger coated all thoughts, as the footsteps grew closer. They echoed menacingly around my head, making the pain roar angrily. I couldn't control the painful moan, which ripped out of my lips and filled the darkness.
"Try again" The voice demanded, with more harshness than I could explain. It was a male and at that little realization, everything that had happened to me that night sunk back into my semi-conscious state.
"You're nothing" I managed to announce, as the pain brought me into a peaceful and contained sleep.
When I woke, there was a few rare rays of sun streaming in through cracks and a larger window. I studied how high it was from the floor and immediately dismissed the insane notion that I could use it as an escape method. I breathed out a heavy sigh, cringing at the horrid pain. My hands were secured painfully behind my back, but they were loose enough that I could reach into my back pocket.
I extracted my phone and opened it, praying to god that the batteries were still working. I fumbled with it momentarily, as it was impossible to see. I hit what I hoped was the call button and then hit it once more, sending out another quick prayer.
"Joey?" A voice hissed out through the phone, laced with panic.
"Pacey" I tried to call out but my voice was non-existent, cracked and dry.
"Joey" The voice tried again, "Where are you?"
I heard footsteps in the distant and ended the call, trying to maneuver the valuable device back into my pocket. Tears flooded from my face, as it finally slid in. The footsteps shocked me then, as they came from behind.
I tried to angle my head, to see the mysterious man but he remained behind me. I could physically feel his eyes, scorching my unprotected back and I realized that there was a possibility I would die. The possibility of dying like this, made me shudder and the tears leaked still from my eyes.
"Pretty girl" The maniac voice cooed, "Why are you crying?"
"You monster" I gasped, ignoring the pain and how stupid my confession was, "I hate you"
Large hands clapped down on my shoulders, making me flinch and then curse myself inwardly.
"You don't hate me" He spat, "You don't know me"
"I don't!" I yelled, "So why am I here?"
The large hands moved to my hair, pulling it angrily. I refused to flinch, screamed inwardly and demanded my body to stay in control. Suddenly, the hands were gone and my hair was relapsed. Though it swung forward to sit in it's original place, it tickled my cheeks.
"What did you do?" I demanded, trying to eye my hair.
"It looks better like this" He assured me, petting the top of my head affectionately. His hand flew out in front of me, clasping my hair. I blinked at it, this man had cut my hair.
"Why?" I demanded, feeling my voice fade.
"It looks better," He answered, as I felt the sharp jab in my back. My body convulsed, throwing my head back. He pulled out whatever the object was, allowing me to fall slave to the heaviness which was battling against my eyes.