Short Beginnings
By Tiff_B
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She took a deep breath, trying to move, pulling hard at the thick leather straps that held her tightly to the bed. Her head began to ache. Only then did she notice the feeling of something dry and crusty on her temple. Blood? She used what little slack she had to feel the possible wound and shrank back at her own touch by sharp pain. She was injured alright. How bad she had no idea. The pain in her head started to make the room blur and spin making her stomach queasy, she swallowed hard to keep from vomiting and began to pull, this time with more force, with no luck at getting loose.
Sweat from all her efforts started to bead her face. She wasn't by any means in shape enough for this kind of straining. Looking at her you would think she had never exercised aside from the occasional slow stroll down to the fast food restaurant. Even getting groceries she parked in the closest spot available, occasionally taking even the handicap spaces despite having no permit. She was a 300lb woman who hated putting forth any effort for anything so long as she could get away with it.
Her eyes, blurred by the now throbbing pain, darted all over trying to see through the impenetrable darkness for something to help her, anything to get her off this bed and free again. As she feared there was nothing anywhere in this place. She took an uneasy breath trying to slow her heart, to calm herself for what, she could only imagine, would happen next. The pain in her head made it easy to determine she wasn't here of her own free will, at least she didn't think so. Something had to be very wrong.
Silently her assailant entered the room and terror began filling her body. Where was she, how did she get to this dark, cold place? And most of all who did this to her and why? The only thing she could do now is watch this figure and try to ascertain if she was in danger or not. She hoped it was the latter. This could just be some prank by her boyfriend and their friends. It is Halloween after all. Sadly that thought did nothing to quail her unease.
None of her friends would ever get this violent with her. Aside from the occasional battle of a football or who gets the gaming system next. Even then the guys were kind and certainly never violent. Her boyfriend on the other hand had a violent streak. Though he had never gotten this angry with her before. The worst it ever gotten was a bruise on the leg once but nothing more than that, and she couldn't remember having made anyone angry the last time she was with company. Which rose another frightening question. How long had she been here? Hours? Days? She couldn't remember. All she knew for certain in this moment was that she was frightened, strapped to a bed, and being watched by a stranger in a dark room.
A stranger who then pulled out a long gleaming blade and began to sharpen it.
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Hi Tiff, a troubling story.
Hi Tiff, a troubling story. The age certificate needs changing as violence not suitable for kids.
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Loved the last sentence, really topped the sense of unease that followed the whole way through. One quarrel although is the part of "who gets the gaming system next." that part could have been specified to something like Playstation, Xbox, Wii etc, And if you put a number on it, for example, Playstation I, we can assume its the late nineties and add a sense of time and place for the reader. Just something to bear in mind.
All in all, really dark and very violent although nothing has actually happened in this section. Nice.
J. A. Stapleton.
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