Clock's Ticking

- Flashback cont. -

I tried to run, I desperately needed too, but I was frozen with fear. I looked at the concrete floor, the moonlight refelecting on it making it lit up.

I felt a skinny but strong arm wrap around my angular waist and a big hand envelope my lips. "Don't move," an unfamiliar masculine voice commanded.

"Mmmm.. Hm!" I protested but it was useless. I kicked out with my legs, hitting his knee. I could see him wince in the darkness and I felt his grip loosen. I turned as if to spin, just as he recovered.

His patience was gone... He stabbed me in the hip just enough to cause blood, the hidden silver blade now stained.

As I yelped he somehow managed to get a tight rope around my waist. I let out a muffled yelp again as his firm fist collided with my head...

- 1 hour later. -

I struggled to open my eyes, my head pounding. I let out a peaceful sigh... Till I remembered what had happened! My eyes flew open, darting around my surroundings.

I was in a small bathroom sized room. It had white and black tiled (checkered) walls and floor, making me feel a little dizzy and disoriented. I was sat in the middle of the room, handcuffed to a dull office chair. I looked out of place, as the only other furniture was a white lamp in the corner of the room; illuminating it's home. There was a pure white door, however it was obviously locked and it's not like I could move to it, even if it wasn't... There was no windows or other sound of life, and I began to feel a little claustrophobic.

"Hello?" I chocked out. Silence. No reply. "Hello?" I called out a little louder. I shouted a few times, and was about to give up.... But then to my alarm abd disbelief...

...The bolts on the door began to move...

 

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