She awakens, immediately confused. Her mind desperately tries to grasp her surroundings, but the fogginess of it only intensifies her confusion. She tries pulling her arms to her chest when the severity of her situation comes crashing down upon her.
Her mind clears in an instant as she lifts her head. She is lying face up on a table, hands and feet bound, her body forming a sinister cross. She appears unharmed, but the ever increasing fear within her confirms her suspicions. The worst is yet to come.
She screams, terrified of who will hear her but knowing she has no other choice. Her yells echo throughout the building that confines her, mocking her with only silence in return. She howls until her voice cracks, her body beckoning her to stop. The tears she has been desperately trying to hold back come pouring down her face. Though she has resisted the idea, her mind forcing her to be hopeful, she knows the next person she sees will be the last.
The concept of time escapes her. There are no windows. No clocks. How long has she been gone? She scours her memories, attempting to recall when she could have been taken but her mind betrays her.
Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her and she drifts off to sleep. Her dreams are filled with happiness, as if her mind is giving her one last look into a life that will cease to be in just a few hours time. She wakes with a smile that quickly vanishes when she hears the footsteps. They are painfully slow. She holds her breath as they come closer and closer.
They stop right outside the door. Fear takes hold, paralyzing her. Keys jangle beyond the wall and the door slowly creaks open. Her eyes widen. She can’t believe it. Not him. He wears a devious smile as her eyes lower to the knife held in his right hand. She lowers her head to the table, closes her eyes, and waits.
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GRASP (verb)
1: to take or seize eagerly
2: to clasp or embrace especially with the fingers or arms
Arden Ruth 
*applauds* Well done, Arden.
Thanks! All my fiction is apparently creeper-style 🙂 Should I be worried? Haha
There’s nothing wrong with that. If that’s what’s in your head then it’s better to get it out.
Creepy indeed!
Thanks 🙂
Where you going with that knife in your hand? 😉 Nicely done!
Hah! Thanks 🙂
Aha! Another fan of the sinister…! Nice! 🙂
Yes! Thank you 🙂
fabulous! you do dark well! go with it!
Thanks! I’ve enjoyed writing it 🙂
i’ve been playing with fiction lately as well. it’s so consuming!
And overwhelming! You can write about anything!! 🙂
That is creepy and a bit terrifying.
Awesome! Just what I was going for 🙂
Maybe he ordered her a steak dinner and planned to cut the steak for her.
Yeah, probably not. {shivers}
Hah! That is quite the optimistic view 🙂
Wow. Super intense and scary. Great job capturing the victim’s perspective. *shudders*
Thanks so much!
This was sufficiently chilling
🙂 Thank you!
Oh, wow. This story had a pretty firm grip on me from start to finish. I love how strong her point of view is.
-Alicia Audrey
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Dark and suspenseful! The way she resigns herself to her fate at the end, closing her eyes and just waiting, was the most chilling part of the whole thing. Well done!
Thank you so much!
AH! That’s horrifying!! Thanks for linking up with this creepy one. Remember to come back and vote at the end.
Oh yes! Thanks for the reminder.
I seriously held my breath through the entire story. Now I’m exhausted. 🙂
This was creepily fantastic! I especially loved this: “she knows the next person she sees will be the last.”
Haha! Breathe, just breath…
Thanks so much! I enjoyed writing it. Not sure if that should worry me 🙂
Yeah, I was seating on the edge of my seat, heart racing, wondering what was going to happen. Great story, wonderful take on the prompt.
Awesome! Thank you very much!
That freaked me out. Great job! Lol.
Haha – Thank you!
The impending doom make this a quick read.
Thanks for stopping by!
disturbing. 🙂 You’re one of my votes this week. 🙂
Oh wow! Thank you 🙂