Abducted (488 hits)
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Submitted by icepigs (View user info) at 2005-04-29 16:31:16 EDT
She could barely make out the shape of the hammer in the darkness. Time seemed to slow as its head came closer. The pain was as intense as the flash of light when the cold metal made contact with the base of her skull. Fortunately for her, the pain slipped away with her consciousness. The world went black.
The throbbing of her head brought her back to world of the living. She tried to lift her hand to rub her head, but it seemed stuck. Any movements to sit up were fruitless. She forced her eyes to open.
The small room must have been abandoned for years. The old reinforced safety windows have allowed enough weather changes through its cracks that the repeated moisture and heat has caused the stained white paint on the walls to yellow, crack, and chip loose. Dirt and leaves have pilled up in the corners and spider webs decorate the ceiling. Even the flickering fluorescent bulb seemed left over from another time. The sheet hanging from the ceiling track was torn and threadbare. The only new thing in the room was the hospital gurney she was laying on. That and the leather straps that had her tied to the bed. When she tried to scream, the gag muffled the sound. Blackness enveloped her.
Once again the pain from the impact of the hammer brought her back to consciousness. As her eyes flittered open, she remembered where she was. She could feel the gag still in her mouth and the hard leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She didn't know how long she had been there, but it was dark outside and the fluorescent bulb wasn't giving off much light.
'What am I doing here?' she thought. All she could remember was walking out of the club when her shift was over. She was heading to her car in the well-lit parking lot. As she neared her shiny red Mustang, she heard a noise. When she turned around, all she saw was the hammer falling.
She lifted her head as high as she could and looked around. That's when she noticed two more frightening facts: there was an IV in her arm and she was completely nude. Immediately she started thrashing, trying to work her way out of the constraints. The rattle of the gurney broke the deathly quiet of her room. The straps didn't even budge. She tried to yell, but the gag left her shriek muffled and quiet. She lowered her head back to the small hospital bed, not knowing what else to do.
"It won't help to fight it." The voice was soft, but masculine.
Her head snapped up and looked in the direction of the voice. It came from behind a curtain. She could vaguely make out the silhouette on the other side. Again she tried to yell, but it only came out in unintelligible grunts and sounds. She pulled hard on the straps around her wrists, trying to ask the stranger to remove her bonds.
"I know what you want, but I can't give it to you. He'll kill me if I did." In the distance, the sound of a shutting metal door could be heard. "I've gotta go. I can't be seen here." She heard light footsteps racing off in the distance at the same time of slow plodding footsteps coming closer from the other direction.
Fear began to creep inside of here. Her assailant - her attacker - her abductor - was just a few feet away. When the head and face became visible, she began to scream and scream and scream.
His face and head were extensively scarred from obvious 3rd degree burns. Small whips of hair grew between the folded skin. One eye socket was empty and still oozing some sort of bodily fluid. Thick, scabbed calluses dotted his face. Both ears were missing. Darkness overtook her once more.
When she came to, the man was still in the room, but his head and face were covered in gauze. He stood by the foot of her bed, his hand slowly sliding up and down her bare leg. His fingers sliding higher and higher up her thigh. His one eye was looking directly between her legs. Her natural reaction was to try to close her legs.
He slowly looked up, anger evident in his eye. "Don't ever try to hide what is mine." He said in a guttural voice. He placed each hand on the inside of her knees. In one swift move, he forced her legs apart and slammed them to the bed. Pain shot up the inside of her thighs. She screamed in pain.
He took a step closer to her head. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts. Lust began to mix with the anger in his eye.
Tears fall freely from her face.
He slowly turned his back and reached to the ground to pick something up off the floor.
BAM! The head of a claw hammer slams into the gurney, just inches from her head. He brings his face just inches above hers. His fetid breath and rotten teeth inched closer to her face. His calloused lips brushed across her soft, red lips. "Welcome home, wife." He quietly laughed. "I hope you are a better wife than my last one. You look like her, but then again, all of my wives look the same - pretty blonde hair, nice blue eyes. Only my first wife was able to carry my child to term. Hopefully you'll be able to carry to term, too." He turned towards the door and yelled. "Son! Get in here!"
He turned back and looked at her. "When you learn to obey me, we will take out the gag and loosen the straps. Until then..."
The curtain was timidly pulled back and she saw the person that went with the voice she heard earlier. He was small, maybe 8 years old, very dirty and covered in bruises.
"Boy, this is your new mommy." The man simply stated. "Don't let her go like you did the last one." He gave the boy a hard look. The boy visibly drew back in fear. "Show her what happens to those that try to run away."
The boy slowly drew back the curtain. The four severed heads sat on the table facing her. They all had pretty blonde hair and nice blue eyes.
User Reviews
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-04-30 00:33:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I think that getting hit at the base of the skull with a hammer hard enough to knock someone out would very likely kill you, or at least cause some very permenent damage, neurologically speaking.
Oh, and eyes decay realitively quickly, so the heads probably wouldn't still have them.
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-04-29 17:51:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
*shiver*
Submitted by Girlwithaclue (user info) at 2005-04-29 17:20:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I liked it, keep it going!!
Submitted by TragicKingdom (user info) at 2005-04-29 17:01:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
creepy. Good work.
Submitted by Mr.Brightside (user info) at 2005-04-29 16:49:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
good story but your writing style is kinda awkward and choppy..