Victim
Three
My eyelids flutter rapidly as I try to open them. I find myself laying flat on top of a gigantic bed that is covered with black, silk sheets. As I don't recognize my surroundings, alarm kicks in and I try to sit up in the bed. I quickly realize that was a mistake as sharp, shooting pains radiate through my entire head.
I grasp my scalp and let out a series of groans. The pain is intense and it feels like my skull has been hit by a semi truck that was traveling at top speeds. It's so overwhelming that even my vision starts to blur. Suddenly I hear a deep voice say, "You should lay back down."
I strain to focus as I look around the room for the person the strange voice belonged to. It's almost completely dark in the room other than the fire that is crackling in the stone fireplace. As I keep straining to find the mysterious person, my eyes and head start to hurt more. Feeling weak, I mutter, "W..where are you?"
I pause to wait for an answer, but am left with silence. I start to feel dizzy as I then hear, "Don't worry about that. You really need to lay down."
I use all my strength to follow the voice in the room until my eyes land on a tall, rather large figure standing in the shadows of the room. I grow instantly frightened. I can't see the man clearly, nor do I know his intentions. For all I know, he could be some crazed psycho who plans to torture and kill me.
An easy escape doesn't seem likely seeing as how I don't know where I am and the sheer fact that I feel barely conscious seems to be playing the biggest part of my possible demise. The dizziness I'm feeling starts to progress, so with every ounce of bravery I can muster, I begin to question the stranger in the darkness.
"Who are you? What do you want and where am I? Are you one of those freaks who likes to rape girls, kill them, and make their genitalia into a belt?"
I try to continue spouting out questions, but I am interrupted by deep laughter. This man I don't know is now laughing at me. His laughter grows and is practically booming through the dimly lit room. I bite my lip and keep quiet as I'm not sure if I should be scared or more offended. Before I can say anything else, the man halts his laughter and firmly replies, "You don't need to worry about any of that right now. All you need to be concerned with is getting some rest."
Being the stubborn girl that I am at times, I become annoyed at his response. Even though I'm in excruciating pain, the fact that he is purposely dodging my questions is pissing me off. I'm sitting at the edge of the bed now, trying my best to squint and see the man better. I then snap back with, "You didn't answer my questions."
All I get in return from him is silence. I can see the outline of his towering form leaning against the wall across the room. From what I'm guessing, he must either be really built or muscular. My impatience escalates as he still gives me no response. My pain and confusion finally get the best of me as I shoot up from the bed and shout, "Answer me you fucking coward!"
The room suddenly starts spinning as I must have gotten up too fast. The throbbing pain in my head becomes even more intense and I start to feel faint. Through the swaying haze of my vision, I see the man step out from the shadows slightly. His arms are crossed over his bare chest that is full of tattoos. I can only see half of him, but what I do see is quite ferocious and intimidating.
He finally speaks and says, "Is that any way for a lady to talk?"
I clutch the side of my head with my hands as I'm consumed in agony and physical suffering. I know my face is etched with utter confusion. I begin to fall and collapse to the floor and through my quickly decreasing sight and consciousness, I see the man coming towards me. The darkness finally takes me over once more as I pass out on the cold, hardwood floor.
I wake up sometime later, how long I'm not sure. I hear two people talking in the room I'm in. I remain laying down for a few moments as I start glancing around the room. I try to wrap my head around what has happened to me or where I am and how I got there. I really don't remember much at all.
It causes me physical pain to think too much at the moment. I try to remain calm and choose to listen to what the two people are talking about instead. From what I can make out, it's two men talking back and forth to each other. One of them has a slight lisp.
They keep referring to someone named Shadows. I can't really understand what they're saying about whoever it is because none of it makes any sense. Suddenly the one with the lisp says to the other, "Shhh....shhh...I think she's awake."
After that, I hear silence and I instantly freeze. They know I'm awake now. Oh God! There's no telling what they might do to me or what they want with me. I lay as still as I can even though my heart is pounding in my chest. I hear footsteps on the creeky floorboards drawing near to me.
I then feel someone's presence hovering over me as if they are watching my every move. I can hear them breathing and practically feel their warm breath above me. My first instinct is to jump out of the bed and run, but my entire body feels sore like I've been beaten. To be honest, I'm not even sure I can stand up or not. My legs feel heavy and weak, as does the rest of my aching body.
I make the decision to just continue lying still with my eyes closed in hopes that they will think that I'm still asleep. Luckily to my surprise, I hear retreating footsteps then the sound of a door opening and closing in the room. The room fills with silence so I naturally assume I'm alone and that the coast is clear. I turn over onto my back and then sit up in the bed. I take a few quick glances around the room to be sure no one else is there.
Content that I truly am alone, I look down to find myself dressed in a crimson red night gown. It's made out of what feels like silk. Even though the material feels comfortable on my skin, I find it disturbing because I don't remember putting it on or even owning anything like that. In fact, I know for sure that I don't own anything like that.
As I was looking down at the gown, I noticed the cuts and bruises that cover my arms. I have no idea how I got them or what caused them. My loss of recollecting anything is starting to really scare me now. I can remember who I am and all of that, but not what caused me to wake up in a strange place feeling beaten and battered.
I take a longer look at my surroundings. The room I'm in is actually quite nice looking but kind of dark toned. The walls are a deep grey hue that looks nearly black. The floor is made of a dark colored hardwood and is covered in random spots by black furry rugs. There isn't much furniture besides the huge bed I'm in and a few cushy chairs here and there.
I shiver suddenly because there's a cool draft in the room. Even though the fireplace is lit, it still seems chillingly cold in the room. I slide to the side of the bed and remove the silk sheet from over my legs. I place my feet on the floor and slowly stand up while carefully looking around the room. My senses are on guard in case anyone comes in here after me.
I take a few steps and once I realize I can walk okay, the wooden door in the room catches my attention. I decide to make a break for it when suddenly, out of nowhere, someone behind me proclaims, "I don't think you want to do that."
I turn on my heal more quickly than I intended because I lose my balance, fall into a table, and knock off a small, antique looking statue. It tumbles to the floor and crashes, breaking into several pieces. I automatically bend down to try and put all the parts back together again. I had momentarily forgotten about someone else being in the room with me until a tall, lanky man kneels down next to me. He places his hand on mine to halt my actions as he says, "Don't worry about that, we'll have someone fix it later."
I swallow hard as I cautiously and slowly look up at him. I gasp at the sight of his blue eyes. They are instantly captivating and sparkle like sapphires. I find myself just staring into them in awe until I snap out of it and realize what's going on. I snatch my hand away from his and stand up while backing away from him with a quickness. He stands up and just watches me with a seemingly confused facial expression while somehow a grin tugged at his lips.
I studied him for several moments. He was slender and pretty damn tall. I would guess at least six foot or more. His hair was black like coal and had a messy look to it. It actually fit him pretty well and accented his facial features. The more and more I kept looking him over, the less threatened I felt. Something about his warm smile made him seem harmless, but none the less I'm not letting my guard down.
Even though he seems alright, there's also something about him that is off. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm not completely in my right mind either. My head still hurts somewhat and my mind is all fuzzy. After standing there in silence for sometime, I finally get around to asking, "Who are you?"
The man gives me another infectious grin as he simply answers, "I'm the Rev."
I think to myself, The Rev? What kind of a name is that? He honestly doesn't look like any preacher I've ever seen. He has way too many tattoos and looks kind of shady. Maybe he's a leader of an occult and his followers call him their Reverend?
I mentally slap myself for trailing off into wild scenarios in my head again. Apparently whatever happened to me hasn't impaired my habit of being a little strange minded. Before I realize what I'm doing, I blurt out, "Well...I'm Keri."
The man named Rev just chuckles and says, "I know. Shadows told me your name."
There goes that name Shadows again. I wonder who he is and what's he like. Hopefully he's more wholesome than the man standing in front of me. I really don't want to meet anymore "odd" people right now. I really don't think my fragile state of mind can handle that at this time. Still overcome with intense curiosity, I peer up at the blue eyed man and question, "So what happened to me? Why am I here?"
The Rev shifts his weight to one foot and leans against the wall. He sighs lightly then answers, "You were in an accident. Don't you remember?"
I take a moment to try and recall anything at all from the past few days. I draw a blank at first, but after a few seconds I can remember waking up in the same bed I was just in and that there was a different man in the room. Other than that, there was nothing. I then shake my head in response and state, "No. All I remember is waking up in here. There was a different guy in here before."
The Rev nods his head understandingly and exclaims, "Yeah, that was Shadows. He kept watch over you for awhile."
"Really?" I asked growing even more curious.
"Mhmm," the Rev hums with a nod of his head.
I inquire, "Why was he watching me and where is he now? What does he want?"
The Rev chuckles and says, "Shadows was right. You do ask a lot of questions."
I frown as I am not amused. I find it annoying that the people in this place purposely like not answering my questions. Normally I wouldn't care, but seeing as how I can't remember shit, it would be nice for someone to fill me in on what's happening.
The Rev sees my displeasure, rolls his eyes, and says, "Shadows is......."resting".... right now. That's all you need to know."
The way he said the word, "resting," causes me to arch a brow in wonder. Before I have time to further interrogate the Rev, he chirps, "Would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?"
I have no time to reply as the door in the room suddenly flings open and in walks two men. I quickly become frightened and on edge at the sight of them. I don't know what's going to happen to me or what they might do so I cower in fear next to the wall and hope I make it out of this place alive.
I grasp my scalp and let out a series of groans. The pain is intense and it feels like my skull has been hit by a semi truck that was traveling at top speeds. It's so overwhelming that even my vision starts to blur. Suddenly I hear a deep voice say, "You should lay back down."
I strain to focus as I look around the room for the person the strange voice belonged to. It's almost completely dark in the room other than the fire that is crackling in the stone fireplace. As I keep straining to find the mysterious person, my eyes and head start to hurt more. Feeling weak, I mutter, "W..where are you?"
I pause to wait for an answer, but am left with silence. I start to feel dizzy as I then hear, "Don't worry about that. You really need to lay down."
I use all my strength to follow the voice in the room until my eyes land on a tall, rather large figure standing in the shadows of the room. I grow instantly frightened. I can't see the man clearly, nor do I know his intentions. For all I know, he could be some crazed psycho who plans to torture and kill me.
An easy escape doesn't seem likely seeing as how I don't know where I am and the sheer fact that I feel barely conscious seems to be playing the biggest part of my possible demise. The dizziness I'm feeling starts to progress, so with every ounce of bravery I can muster, I begin to question the stranger in the darkness.
"Who are you? What do you want and where am I? Are you one of those freaks who likes to rape girls, kill them, and make their genitalia into a belt?"
I try to continue spouting out questions, but I am interrupted by deep laughter. This man I don't know is now laughing at me. His laughter grows and is practically booming through the dimly lit room. I bite my lip and keep quiet as I'm not sure if I should be scared or more offended. Before I can say anything else, the man halts his laughter and firmly replies, "You don't need to worry about any of that right now. All you need to be concerned with is getting some rest."
Being the stubborn girl that I am at times, I become annoyed at his response. Even though I'm in excruciating pain, the fact that he is purposely dodging my questions is pissing me off. I'm sitting at the edge of the bed now, trying my best to squint and see the man better. I then snap back with, "You didn't answer my questions."
All I get in return from him is silence. I can see the outline of his towering form leaning against the wall across the room. From what I'm guessing, he must either be really built or muscular. My impatience escalates as he still gives me no response. My pain and confusion finally get the best of me as I shoot up from the bed and shout, "Answer me you fucking coward!"
The room suddenly starts spinning as I must have gotten up too fast. The throbbing pain in my head becomes even more intense and I start to feel faint. Through the swaying haze of my vision, I see the man step out from the shadows slightly. His arms are crossed over his bare chest that is full of tattoos. I can only see half of him, but what I do see is quite ferocious and intimidating.
He finally speaks and says, "Is that any way for a lady to talk?"
I clutch the side of my head with my hands as I'm consumed in agony and physical suffering. I know my face is etched with utter confusion. I begin to fall and collapse to the floor and through my quickly decreasing sight and consciousness, I see the man coming towards me. The darkness finally takes me over once more as I pass out on the cold, hardwood floor.
I wake up sometime later, how long I'm not sure. I hear two people talking in the room I'm in. I remain laying down for a few moments as I start glancing around the room. I try to wrap my head around what has happened to me or where I am and how I got there. I really don't remember much at all.
It causes me physical pain to think too much at the moment. I try to remain calm and choose to listen to what the two people are talking about instead. From what I can make out, it's two men talking back and forth to each other. One of them has a slight lisp.
They keep referring to someone named Shadows. I can't really understand what they're saying about whoever it is because none of it makes any sense. Suddenly the one with the lisp says to the other, "Shhh....shhh...I think she's awake."
After that, I hear silence and I instantly freeze. They know I'm awake now. Oh God! There's no telling what they might do to me or what they want with me. I lay as still as I can even though my heart is pounding in my chest. I hear footsteps on the creeky floorboards drawing near to me.
I then feel someone's presence hovering over me as if they are watching my every move. I can hear them breathing and practically feel their warm breath above me. My first instinct is to jump out of the bed and run, but my entire body feels sore like I've been beaten. To be honest, I'm not even sure I can stand up or not. My legs feel heavy and weak, as does the rest of my aching body.
I make the decision to just continue lying still with my eyes closed in hopes that they will think that I'm still asleep. Luckily to my surprise, I hear retreating footsteps then the sound of a door opening and closing in the room. The room fills with silence so I naturally assume I'm alone and that the coast is clear. I turn over onto my back and then sit up in the bed. I take a few quick glances around the room to be sure no one else is there.
Content that I truly am alone, I look down to find myself dressed in a crimson red night gown. It's made out of what feels like silk. Even though the material feels comfortable on my skin, I find it disturbing because I don't remember putting it on or even owning anything like that. In fact, I know for sure that I don't own anything like that.
As I was looking down at the gown, I noticed the cuts and bruises that cover my arms. I have no idea how I got them or what caused them. My loss of recollecting anything is starting to really scare me now. I can remember who I am and all of that, but not what caused me to wake up in a strange place feeling beaten and battered.
I take a longer look at my surroundings. The room I'm in is actually quite nice looking but kind of dark toned. The walls are a deep grey hue that looks nearly black. The floor is made of a dark colored hardwood and is covered in random spots by black furry rugs. There isn't much furniture besides the huge bed I'm in and a few cushy chairs here and there.
I shiver suddenly because there's a cool draft in the room. Even though the fireplace is lit, it still seems chillingly cold in the room. I slide to the side of the bed and remove the silk sheet from over my legs. I place my feet on the floor and slowly stand up while carefully looking around the room. My senses are on guard in case anyone comes in here after me.
I take a few steps and once I realize I can walk okay, the wooden door in the room catches my attention. I decide to make a break for it when suddenly, out of nowhere, someone behind me proclaims, "I don't think you want to do that."
I turn on my heal more quickly than I intended because I lose my balance, fall into a table, and knock off a small, antique looking statue. It tumbles to the floor and crashes, breaking into several pieces. I automatically bend down to try and put all the parts back together again. I had momentarily forgotten about someone else being in the room with me until a tall, lanky man kneels down next to me. He places his hand on mine to halt my actions as he says, "Don't worry about that, we'll have someone fix it later."
I swallow hard as I cautiously and slowly look up at him. I gasp at the sight of his blue eyes. They are instantly captivating and sparkle like sapphires. I find myself just staring into them in awe until I snap out of it and realize what's going on. I snatch my hand away from his and stand up while backing away from him with a quickness. He stands up and just watches me with a seemingly confused facial expression while somehow a grin tugged at his lips.
I studied him for several moments. He was slender and pretty damn tall. I would guess at least six foot or more. His hair was black like coal and had a messy look to it. It actually fit him pretty well and accented his facial features. The more and more I kept looking him over, the less threatened I felt. Something about his warm smile made him seem harmless, but none the less I'm not letting my guard down.
Even though he seems alright, there's also something about him that is off. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm not completely in my right mind either. My head still hurts somewhat and my mind is all fuzzy. After standing there in silence for sometime, I finally get around to asking, "Who are you?"
The man gives me another infectious grin as he simply answers, "I'm the Rev."
I think to myself, The Rev? What kind of a name is that? He honestly doesn't look like any preacher I've ever seen. He has way too many tattoos and looks kind of shady. Maybe he's a leader of an occult and his followers call him their Reverend?
I mentally slap myself for trailing off into wild scenarios in my head again. Apparently whatever happened to me hasn't impaired my habit of being a little strange minded. Before I realize what I'm doing, I blurt out, "Well...I'm Keri."
The man named Rev just chuckles and says, "I know. Shadows told me your name."
There goes that name Shadows again. I wonder who he is and what's he like. Hopefully he's more wholesome than the man standing in front of me. I really don't want to meet anymore "odd" people right now. I really don't think my fragile state of mind can handle that at this time. Still overcome with intense curiosity, I peer up at the blue eyed man and question, "So what happened to me? Why am I here?"
The Rev shifts his weight to one foot and leans against the wall. He sighs lightly then answers, "You were in an accident. Don't you remember?"
I take a moment to try and recall anything at all from the past few days. I draw a blank at first, but after a few seconds I can remember waking up in the same bed I was just in and that there was a different man in the room. Other than that, there was nothing. I then shake my head in response and state, "No. All I remember is waking up in here. There was a different guy in here before."
The Rev nods his head understandingly and exclaims, "Yeah, that was Shadows. He kept watch over you for awhile."
"Really?" I asked growing even more curious.
"Mhmm," the Rev hums with a nod of his head.
I inquire, "Why was he watching me and where is he now? What does he want?"
The Rev chuckles and says, "Shadows was right. You do ask a lot of questions."
I frown as I am not amused. I find it annoying that the people in this place purposely like not answering my questions. Normally I wouldn't care, but seeing as how I can't remember shit, it would be nice for someone to fill me in on what's happening.
The Rev sees my displeasure, rolls his eyes, and says, "Shadows is......."resting".... right now. That's all you need to know."
The way he said the word, "resting," causes me to arch a brow in wonder. Before I have time to further interrogate the Rev, he chirps, "Would you like something to eat? Are you hungry?"
I have no time to reply as the door in the room suddenly flings open and in walks two men. I quickly become frightened and on edge at the sight of them. I don't know what's going to happen to me or what they might do so I cower in fear next to the wall and hope I make it out of this place alive.
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2/20/14