"It's dark, what time is it?" The room is pitch black when I open my eyes, it's not the same place I was before I fell asleep. When did I fall asleep? The room has a weird scent, it's somewhat sweet, a familiar kind of sweet. I've smelt it before, I just don't know when. A bit of iron and must also fills the air around me.

I go to touch my face but can't, I'm tied up. I struggle a bit to see if I could get lose, but no cigar. The person must be a champ at knots. My head hurts a lot and my vision is slowly adjusting. I can see little outlines of things, but not much. My mouth is dry and I'm starting to realize the dull pain that is all over my body.

I sit up. My legs aren't tied so I slowly work my way up to stand. My upper body that I thought was tied by rope is actually a strait jacket.

I blink a few times in bewilderment, "what? How did this get on me? What the actual fuck happen? I can't remember anything... What exactly is my name? Where am I and what is happening?"

I start to tear up, I start to get afraid of the unknown, where am I? What day is it? What time is it? Who am I? What's going to happen to me? Am I going to die?

The questions kept coming, Im like a child without there mom or a puppy who doesn't know where it is. I take a few steps and hear a faint raddle of chains. I jump and move a bit more until I fall face first on the hard concrete, I moan in pain. My right ankle was chained to something that I could barely see, of what I could make out, it was longish, not very wide And it as at least foot to a foot and a half tall. I go over to it, it was a bed.

All of a sudden I start to hear clicks and things shift. I stiffen up, 'what do I do?! What do I do?!' I thought wildly then I thought of something. I quickly move behind the bed right when a stream of light enters the room. My breath staggers. I hear a click then light floods the room and I'm left temporarily blinded.

The room is deathly quiet for a few moments until foot steps start to happen. They echo off the walls, slowly coming closer. Sweat comes down in bulets.

The foot steps stop for a moment then I'm suddenly pulled from my hiding spot, I shreak.

"Shut up!" Yells a male voice. My heart stops for a few seconds., My eyes still shut. He pulls me up by my collar, "look at me" he commands, I don't. He then in return hits me. "Look at me." He says more fearcely.

I wimper but open my eyes, they widen at fear of what I see, the guy had no eyelids, white pasty face that almost looks like a leathery mask and a cut smile.

"Now when I say look at me, you look at me ok?" He says harshly. I nod my head which makes him smile. "See was that so hard?"

I didn't answer. He pulls back my head and I wince in pain, "Now, do I need fucking to repeat my self?"

"N-no"

He chuckles, "look the girl can speak, who would of knew. Now stay the fuck still as I take the Jacket off." He moves behind me and starts to untie me.

When he takes off the jacket, a sudden jolt of energy strikes me and I pounce on him; we start to fight. I manage to dominate him and knock him out. I get up and grab a scalpel from a table of tools and start to pick my lock. It takes me a few minutes, but get it. I travel to the door and was about to grab the handle when I hear laughter, low at first but quickly groaning in sound and intensity.

"Oh you Fucking did it now bitch."

I hear running behind me, I turn around just in time to dodge him. He has a kitchen knife with him now. My puny scalpel wouldn't do the same amount of damage that his knife could. We started to strife and I was slowly losing. He tackles me to the ground. He wrestle for a bit, but he eventually ends up wining. His blade was at my neck, a few droplets of blood drop on my face from the cut on his upper cheek. "getting feisty are you now? " he says with a smirk, "oh, im going to have my fun with you. You put up more of a Fight then most people." He leans down to my ear and whispers "I can't wait to hear you scream." I shudder at the thought.

He gets off of me and In a swift movement he puts the shackle back on my leg. My eyes start to drop, I was too tired and in pain to fight back when he puts the strait jacket back on. He then lifts me up and lays me on the bed. I was about to pass out when he leans down once more and whispers into my ear, "sweet dreams my pet"

He then leaves and I see him grab the tools and then walks to the door before my vision fades and I fully fall asleep.

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