“Where there’s anger, there is always pain underneath.” – Eckhart Tolle

The room was dark and the girl could barely see anything. Her eyes were trying to adapt to the darkness, but not even the little window on the opposite wall was helping. It was even darker outside. The throbbing pulse in her wounded leg made hard for her to focus on a way out. She had been in that room for just a couple of hours and she desperately hoped that the man who was doing this to her wouldn’t come back until the next morning, this way she would have more time to escape and survive. Too bad, this wasn’t what the man had planned.

Ignoring the growing pain in her leg, she crawled on the dirty floor towards what seemed to be the door and when she reached it, a sigh of relief came out of her mouth but she quickly realized that she wasn’t safe yet. The door wouldn’t open. It was locked on the outside and there was no way she could open it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She muttered as she squeezed her eyes, trying to see if she could notice anything that could help her open that damn door. That was when somebody opened. He was back.

“Well, well. I see you woke up.” He said with a smirk before grabbing her by her long, blonde hair.

The girl screamed as he threw her on the floor, but the pain she felt on her head and in her leg was nothing compared to what she was going to feel in a matter of few minutes.

“You ready to have fun?” He asked her as he turned on his iPod, playing some song the girl didn’t know. The soft light coming from the device made her notice what the man was holding in his other hand.

A knife.

“Please...” She begged, sobbing, as she shook her head. She was way too fucking young to die. She had so many things to do. Why was this happening to her? “Don’t hurt me. Don’t do it…”

“I don’t want to. I really don’t want to hurt you and you should know that.”

“Then don’t do it, please…”

A groan escaped from the man’s voice as she spoke again. That wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Dammit! Why do you always have to ruin everything? It’s your fault if this is happening, but don’t worry. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together.”

He kneeled down and smiled, moving a strand of her hair away from her face. She was beautiful to him. Tears were streaming down Sarah’s face, her makeup was melting on her cheeks and on a different occasion, this would’ve freaked her out but right now, she really didn’t care. She had no idea what he was talking about. She hadn’t met that man before, so why was he speaking as if they knew each other?

She tried to push him away and this only made him angrier. He slapped her in the face and groaned again.

“Stop being such a bitch.” He said, hitting her again. “All you had to do was answer a simple question…”

The girl frowned, confused.

“What? What question?” She asked, trying to look at him, but she was way too afraid to do it.

A maniac laugh came out of the man’s mouth. It was rather terrifying and she was sure it was a sound she would never forget.

“See? You’d rather ignore my question than simply answer it.” He said and took a deep breath. “Now come here you fucking bitch.”

These were the last words Sarah heard before the man pushed the shiny knife into her chest. Her screams faded into the black pitch night and soon the man and his bloody knife disappeared from her sight, replaced by darkness and death.

Notes

Hello, everyone! This is my first fic on this site so I really hope not to mess up anything haha I'm not sure how I decided to start writing this story, especially considering that I have a couple of others in the making that aren't crossovers, but here I am.

The story is completely unbeta'd, so I apologize if there are any mistakes. This prologue is more of a filler, just to get an slight idea of the unsub. I'll have more characters appear in the next chapter.

Comments and feedback are always appreciated!