My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming. With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings. Stamp. Stomp. Scuff. The torture was unbearable. I blocked the harrowing thoughts of my oncoming captor, and tried to construct a plan. I peered around the eerie room. Dust dulled each and every ornament, just adding to the clutter in the already paltry squalor. The lighting was poor, the only light came from the rotting window at the other side of the room. Suddenly my mind raced? A window! I prepared to make a run for it. I pulled myself off the ground and began to stand. If only I could get to the window I could make my escape. OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood. Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? I had lost valuable seconds and drawn negative forces to me. ?Well, well,? droned a confident voice. His pose screamed power. His broad shoulders held high. His Doc Martens legs astride, he loomed ominously in my face. ?Who are you?? I cried, ?Why have you brought me here?? No reply. I raised my arms in anger, ?I?m talking to you.? Instantly his arm swung swiftly, like steel, it impacted on mine. Fear bulged from my eyeballs, he grasped both my hands and heaved me up. My feet dangled in the air. Don?t make me angry Lady. I don?t like people who make me angry. He dropped me like a sack to the floor. I winced, a white light of pain shot as my injured knee crushed to the concrete floor. He grabbed me by the head, my hair taut in his vice grip, he dragged me behind like a hunter drags home his prey.
... front hair and land one in his mouth. He slapped me ………… I knew he was fighting, he was fighting me back. We were equals. “Ain’t so high and mighty now, are you!”
Suddenly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as my startled eyes flash open. Knock-knock.
I walked into the house which was lit up like a Christmas tree, every light in every room ablaze. There had to be ten, maybe fifteen neighbors all crammed into the living room. Everything was sweaty, panicked and awful, and everyone looked pitiful and I was pathetic. The usual interrogation began. “How is this making you feel?”
I was thrown at the door and my heard a crunch to my right, but felt no pain because my whole body was numb to death. I tried to grab something I couldn’t move. I told myself calm down, calm down, calm down but my body and brain were frozen.
“On the count of three lift...one, two, three” said another working man. Instantly, I felt a pain shoot through my entire body and my legs began seeping blood at a vigorous rate, causing the men to quickly put me down. I cried out in misery, tears running down my face, while the working men contemplated on what to do with me.
“He is an ignoramus.” I shouted, as I stepped uneasily down the long and dark hallway. I did notice Montresor following me right on my heels. All of a sudden, I had came to a screeching halt. I had ran into a solid wall. I stood there bewildered for a second. And the next moment Montresor was chaining me to the wall I had ran into a minute ago. The clanking of metal chains still had me dumbfounded. It had only taken him a couple of seconds to chain my waist against the wall. It almost seemed like he was trying to kill me. I hadn’t had time to react to the situation, as I was still stunned. It seemed like we were just having a happy and friendly conversation a second ago.
...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
“Come back,” I yelped as I dressed quicker than I had previously thought possible. As soon as I came outside I didn’t spot him, thus I began to search. After frisking through my yard for twenty minutes, I still couldn’t find him. I’m usually a stolid boy, yet today I broke into tears.
floor as if a metal spike ready to puncher my skin. I had come to the
Before I could even get one step on the wooden stairs he grabbed me by the wrist and yelled,” You should not have done that little boy.”
He looked up at the single lamp above the table. Its electrical hum burned his bleary senses. Too loud. He'd trained his ears to listen for the buzz of electricity, but sometimes, the noise was grating, like a fly he couldn't kill. He let his eyes chase quieter hums around the room. A heater, a PDA in the officer's pocket, one-way speakers, a security lock on the door. Yeah. He could escape whenever he needed to. Slight relief sent the tension out of his muscles, but his stomach only sunk deeper in his gut, twisted in knots. His limbs dangled like rope weighted with lead. He didn't have it in him to make a break for it, not yet. The numbness was starting to wear
Then all of a sudden, he began to choke, and blood dribbled from his mouth and got on my jacket. "What the hell?!" I yelled. I grabbed his shoulders and stared, astonished, at his face, as he silently pleaded for help. I couldn't handle looking at him anymore and I was frozen in shock, so I let him fall to the ground.
The floor was rock hard and chilly after I blacked out for a few seconds and my vision was blurred, as if I had just woken up early in the morning and I was still very tired. While I laid on the ground with my head pounding and my skull feeling shattered, I was like a detailed painting at a museum and people were staring at me in pure shock. There were sounds of gasps and passerbys asking if they should call 911 and if I was okay. At the time I couldn’t hear what they were saying because I was so out of it. You might be very confused as to why I was suffering on the floor, so I’m here to explain how and when I fell.