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C A R L A
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf,tralalaa" he happily hums while sharpening his knives with weird precision. His body is aligned in my direction as he focuses on his job but he is not looking up.
After I woke from my induced sleep state, I found myself tied to a tree. The rope which my hands are locked together grazes my skin as I try to bring myself out of it. I give up when it doesn't even move an inch, all fight leaves my body as my arms relax. My feet are also bound with the same kind of rope. I look around while blinking away my remaining fatigue, I'm in a small opening in the woods surrounded by trees. The ground is wet from yesterdays rain and the smell of wet leaves wafts into my face.
I stare at my kidnapper while he readies the knives on a small table. He must have planned this if he didn't then how would he know this tree is wide enough for my frame. Of course, there wouldn't be a table in the midst of the woods either.
There is blood dripping from his torture gear, I must not have been his first victim then. My parents are passed out and no one knows I am out here. My breath hitches again.
I am going to die.
This is the end, I don't want to die. I have so much left to do, to live through. Who is this sicko to take it from me?
"Why are you doing this?", I ask with a tearful tone. I cry as my death becomes my certain future. He drops the machete he is holding and he growls as he pounds the table with his fist. Then he looks up at me and starts to walk in my direction. His steps look like they were taken by a monster.
In a few seconds, he stands in front of me. And traces my cheek with his left hand. Out of nowhere he raises my hand and smacks me across the face, the sting takes my breath away. My head hits the prickly outside of the tree I'm tied to.
He points a finger in my cheek he just slapped. Poison green beady eyes stare at me with a terrifying amount of malice as if I did something bad.
"This little red riding hood has been very bad, she didn't want to get out of her big stone house. You have to be punished for that", He says like he wants to teach me something I don't know yet. He wags his index finger in a scolding manner and then he smiles from ear to ear. Yellow decayed teeth bare themselves to me as his white cracked tongue licks his bloody chapped lips. The vile stench is so bad that I almost barf at it.
He brings his hands to my face and pinches both of my cheeks before leaning in to give me a wet sloppy kiss on the middle of my forehead. It gives me goosebumps as I clench my fists in disgust and rage. He let's go and joyously claps his hands while turning his body to go back to his workstation.
He skips all the way to his knives and torture gear, facing his back in my direction. He mutters something I can't audibly understand, I tune my ears to his words.
"This is going to be so much fun.", he whispers to himself while giggling.
His body slowly turns around, his feet shift in my direction. He is holding something behind his back as he smiles at me.
"I want you to guess what I have behind my back, pretty little red", he asks.
I don't want to play his twisted mind games while I know he is going to kill me anyways. No one is saving me any time soon, these woods are not a place people go for walks or runs. If he is going to kill me I want it to be quick. I have to answer his question or my death is not going to be swift and painless.
"Let me guess, its something you are going to kill me with", I angrily answer his stupid question.
"Ding ding ding, correct. You win and your prize is your imminent death", he says lowering his voice till it is eerily quiet. He reveals the machete I just saw him cleaning and sharpening. He stalks closer to me while dragging the machete on the ground next to him.
So it is finally going to be over, family and friends won't be in danger anymore. It's a sad kind of relief.
My heartbeat accelerates until it is resonating in my ear, my head gradually starts to hurt. A high pitched sound takes over my mind, I start to feel tired. My vision grows blurry, its happening.
She is taking over.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf,tralalaa" he happily hums while sharpening his knives with weird precision. His body is aligned in my direction as he focuses on his job but he is not looking up.
After I woke from my induced sleep state, I found myself tied to a tree. The rope which my hands are locked together grazes my skin as I try to bring myself out of it. I give up when it doesn't even move an inch, all fight leaves my body as my arms relax. My feet are also bound with the same kind of rope. I look around while blinking away my remaining fatigue, I'm in a small opening in the woods surrounded by trees. The ground is wet from yesterdays rain and the smell of wet leaves wafts into my face.
I stare at my kidnapper while he readies the knives on a small table. He must have planned this if he didn't then how would he know this tree is wide enough for my frame. Of course, there wouldn't be a table in the midst of the woods either.
There is blood dripping from his torture gear, I must not have been his first victim then. My parents are passed out and no one knows I am out here. My breath hitches again.
I am going to die.
This is the end, I don't want to die. I have so much left to do, to live through. Who is this sicko to take it from me?
"Why are you doing this?", I ask with a tearful tone. I cry as my death becomes my certain future. He drops the machete he is holding and he growls as he pounds the table with his fist. Then he looks up at me and starts to walk in my direction. His steps look like they were taken by a monster.
In a few seconds, he stands in front of me. And traces my cheek with his left hand. Out of nowhere he raises my hand and smacks me across the face, the sting takes my breath away. My head hits the prickly outside of the tree I'm tied to.
He points a finger in my cheek he just slapped. Poison green beady eyes stare at me with a terrifying amount of malice as if I did something bad.
"This little red riding hood has been very bad, she didn't want to get out of her big stone house. You have to be punished for that", He says like he wants to teach me something I don't know yet. He wags his index finger in a scolding manner and then he smiles from ear to ear. Yellow decayed teeth bare themselves to me as his white cracked tongue licks his bloody chapped lips. The vile stench is so bad that I almost barf at it.
He brings his hands to my face and pinches both of my cheeks before leaning in to give me a wet sloppy kiss on the middle of my forehead. It gives me goosebumps as I clench my fists in disgust and rage. He let's go and joyously claps his hands while turning his body to go back to his workstation.
He skips all the way to his knives and torture gear, facing his back in my direction. He mutters something I can't audibly understand, I tune my ears to his words.
"This is going to be so much fun.", he whispers to himself while giggling.
His body slowly turns around, his feet shift in my direction. He is holding something behind his back as he smiles at me.
"I want you to guess what I have behind my back, pretty little red", he asks.
I don't want to play his twisted mind games while I know he is going to kill me anyways. No one is saving me any time soon, these woods are not a place people go for walks or runs. If he is going to kill me I want it to be quick. I have to answer his question or my death is not going to be swift and painless.
"Let me guess, its something you are going to kill me with", I angrily answer his stupid question.
"Ding ding ding, correct. You win and your prize is your imminent death", he says lowering his voice till it is eerily quiet. He reveals the machete I just saw him cleaning and sharpening. He stalks closer to me while dragging the machete on the ground next to him.
So it is finally going to be over, family and friends won't be in danger anymore. It's a sad kind of relief.
My heartbeat accelerates until it is resonating in my ear, my head gradually starts to hurt. A high pitched sound takes over my mind, I start to feel tired. My vision grows blurry, its happening.
She is taking over.
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