They buried me alive
..with an option.
They place a matchbook in my pocket. "Here it gets dark down there," they laugh sadistically among themselves, tossing me into the wooden box.They drop my coffin into the ground.I hear them shoveling dirt into it, giggling and such. It's pitch black inside, no semblance of light. I reach for the matches in my pocket. Ready to strike one, When I remember, they soaked my clothes in gasoline.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by RiskyTrier
..with an option.
They place a matchbook in my pocket. "Here it gets dark down there," they laugh sadistically among themselves, tossing me into the wooden box.They drop my coffin into the ground.I hear them shoveling dirt into it, giggling and such. It's pitch black inside, no semblance of light. I reach for the matches in my pocket. Ready to strike one, When I remember, they soaked my clothes in gasoline.
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The Tuck in
It was 8pm and she was tidying her son's room as he brushed his teeth and washed up for the night. She put the toys back in their chest while he raced in and jumped under the covers.
"All done?" She asked smiling.
"Yeah!"
He said it in a tiring voice, crawling into the bed. She walked over and tucked the covers into every corner.
"It's too tight Mom" he said. "It'll help you quickly fall asleep, trust me. I'm going to do exactly the same for your sisters."
she smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight mom - wait...the closet!?, will you check please?"
"Of course honey", she opened the closet and made a show of peering in and looking around.
"Nope, nothing here" she assured him. He smiled, trusting his mother and closed his eyes. Before she closed the closet door she whispered into it with the shaking tremor.
"He can't move. Take him and leave the other two. Like we agreed. Please."
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It was 8pm and she was tidying her son's room as he brushed his teeth and washed up for the night. She put the toys back in their chest while he raced in and jumped under the covers.
"All done?" She asked smiling.
"Yeah!"
He said it in a tiring voice, crawling into the bed. She walked over and tucked the covers into every corner.
"It's too tight Mom" he said. "It'll help you quickly fall asleep, trust me. I'm going to do exactly the same for your sisters."
she smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight mom - wait...the closet!?, will you check please?"
"Of course honey", she opened the closet and made a show of peering in and looking around.
"Nope, nothing here" she assured him. He smiled, trusting his mother and closed his eyes. Before she closed the closet door she whispered into it with the shaking tremor.
"He can't move. Take him and leave the other two. Like we agreed. Please."
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My Daughter Is a Sensitive Child
She's such a socially awkward child, my daughter. And sensitive too. I can never come right out and tell her to do or not to do something. It makes her too upset, as if I've scolded her. I've recently tried to go the old-fashioned story telling route. Before bed every night, I tell her a story with a moral. Maybe it's a story about a lonely teddy bear who wouldn't share or a story about a pony who wouldn't speak up in class. This seems to be the gentlest way of getting the point across to her.Last night I made a mistake. All day long as I talked to her, I watched in growing frustration as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me. That night I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed. I tucked her in tight and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Daddy, what's my story tonight?"
"Well, once upon a time there was a little girl.”
"Like me?" She asked excitedly.
“Yes, just like you honey.”
Now, this little girl was a very smart girl. But, she had a problem.
"What was it?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Whenever people spoke to this little girl, she wouldn't look at them. She'd look at the ceiling, or at the floor, or at a spot on the wall. One day, she was walking along in the woods when she came upon a witch. The witch said, oh what a good and smart girl! The girl said thank you, but she was looking up at the tops of the trees. This made the witch very angry. She grabbed the girl and too into a hut.”
“Why won't you look me in the eye, asked the witch?”
The girl said that she didn't know. She was very scared. Finally, the witch got so angry that she went around the forest, scooping out the eyes of the woodland creatures. She made a crown of eyes and placed it on the girl's head, so that no matter where the witch stood, the girl could always be looking at her.
I looked down at my daughter, who was looking back at me with wide opened eyes. I knew it then--I'd screwed up.
"But, of course, in real life, witches don't exist," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
She only nodded. I went to bed, fully expecting my daughter to come running into my room in the middle of the night, scared by nightmares that I'd fueled with my story. To my surprise, she didn't. I found out the reason in the morning when I woke up. There, on the kitchen table was a crown. The eyes were different colors and sizes, all woven together by a pink band of optic nerves. My daughter stood next to them, looking proud and fearful at the same time. She lifted her blood-stained hands toward me.
"I made it so that I can always look at you, Daddy."
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by Middlenameredundant
She's such a socially awkward child, my daughter. And sensitive too. I can never come right out and tell her to do or not to do something. It makes her too upset, as if I've scolded her. I've recently tried to go the old-fashioned story telling route. Before bed every night, I tell her a story with a moral. Maybe it's a story about a lonely teddy bear who wouldn't share or a story about a pony who wouldn't speak up in class. This seems to be the gentlest way of getting the point across to her.Last night I made a mistake. All day long as I talked to her, I watched in growing frustration as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me. That night I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed. I tucked her in tight and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Daddy, what's my story tonight?"
"Well, once upon a time there was a little girl.”
"Like me?" She asked excitedly.
“Yes, just like you honey.”
Now, this little girl was a very smart girl. But, she had a problem.
"What was it?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Whenever people spoke to this little girl, she wouldn't look at them. She'd look at the ceiling, or at the floor, or at a spot on the wall. One day, she was walking along in the woods when she came upon a witch. The witch said, oh what a good and smart girl! The girl said thank you, but she was looking up at the tops of the trees. This made the witch very angry. She grabbed the girl and too into a hut.”
“Why won't you look me in the eye, asked the witch?”
The girl said that she didn't know. She was very scared. Finally, the witch got so angry that she went around the forest, scooping out the eyes of the woodland creatures. She made a crown of eyes and placed it on the girl's head, so that no matter where the witch stood, the girl could always be looking at her.
I looked down at my daughter, who was looking back at me with wide opened eyes. I knew it then--I'd screwed up.
"But, of course, in real life, witches don't exist," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
She only nodded. I went to bed, fully expecting my daughter to come running into my room in the middle of the night, scared by nightmares that I'd fueled with my story. To my surprise, she didn't. I found out the reason in the morning when I woke up. There, on the kitchen table was a crown. The eyes were different colors and sizes, all woven together by a pink band of optic nerves. My daughter stood next to them, looking proud and fearful at the same time. She lifted her blood-stained hands toward me.
"I made it so that I can always look at you, Daddy."
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To be a leaf
It was always nice, days like those. The park was beautiful that time of year. It was so freeing to just relax and drift away a little. To get away from the constant struggles of every day life. The wind melted the leaves, sky, and grass into one. The occasional yelling from the playground was the only thing drawing me away from feeling like I was just one of the leaves on the trees, dancing with the wind. It must be nice, I thought. To be a leaf. Not a care in the world. Not knowing that having a care was even something I could do. Just existing. Being alive. All there is to experience, is the light and warmth from the sun, and the beautiful wind that makes me dance. I would never call it a dance myself... more just, flopping around without any ability to control it. It's great though. Just being here. A leaf.I wonder if I could hear if I were a leaf. I imagine it would sound muffled. Or perhaps more clear than anything I could comprehend. Either way.. I wouldn't care what the sounds were. Even if I were a leaf that could hear. Or a leaf that knew I what dancing is. I still wouldn't care. I don't think anything could bother me if I were a leaf. The screams from the playground wouldn't bother me. The birds wouldn't bother me. I think, even if something happened and it caused me to fall from my tree, I still wouldn't care. The fall would be magnificent. I would be even more free, even if it were for a collection of moments. Imagine that. Being a leaf, without a care for your entire life. A life that by itself, is already that of a dream. But then you fall. And it should be horrible, but instead it eclipses every beautiful day you've spent in this park. You're not tied to anything. Life was beautiful before.. but this is an entire new life. You were a leaf who could dance, and could hear.. but now you can laugh. And you laugh so loudly that you don't hear any of the screams, or the wind, or the sirens. Just you, a free leaf, laughing and dancing.When I woke up, I was in this hospital. I wasn't sure why I was here at first, but I knew how insanely happy I was. I knew that I was a leaf. This hospital is my tree now. I just exist. I'm alive. All there is to experience, is the light and warmth from these lights, and the beautiful wind from the fan, that makes me dance. Some people wouldn't call it a dance, but I do. I tell them it's my beautiful leaf dance, and I laugh at them. And it's really great. Just being here. A leaf. Someday I'll fall again, and it will be even more beautiful than before.
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It was always nice, days like those. The park was beautiful that time of year. It was so freeing to just relax and drift away a little. To get away from the constant struggles of every day life. The wind melted the leaves, sky, and grass into one. The occasional yelling from the playground was the only thing drawing me away from feeling like I was just one of the leaves on the trees, dancing with the wind. It must be nice, I thought. To be a leaf. Not a care in the world. Not knowing that having a care was even something I could do. Just existing. Being alive. All there is to experience, is the light and warmth from the sun, and the beautiful wind that makes me dance. I would never call it a dance myself... more just, flopping around without any ability to control it. It's great though. Just being here. A leaf.I wonder if I could hear if I were a leaf. I imagine it would sound muffled. Or perhaps more clear than anything I could comprehend. Either way.. I wouldn't care what the sounds were. Even if I were a leaf that could hear. Or a leaf that knew I what dancing is. I still wouldn't care. I don't think anything could bother me if I were a leaf. The screams from the playground wouldn't bother me. The birds wouldn't bother me. I think, even if something happened and it caused me to fall from my tree, I still wouldn't care. The fall would be magnificent. I would be even more free, even if it were for a collection of moments. Imagine that. Being a leaf, without a care for your entire life. A life that by itself, is already that of a dream. But then you fall. And it should be horrible, but instead it eclipses every beautiful day you've spent in this park. You're not tied to anything. Life was beautiful before.. but this is an entire new life. You were a leaf who could dance, and could hear.. but now you can laugh. And you laugh so loudly that you don't hear any of the screams, or the wind, or the sirens. Just you, a free leaf, laughing and dancing.When I woke up, I was in this hospital. I wasn't sure why I was here at first, but I knew how insanely happy I was. I knew that I was a leaf. This hospital is my tree now. I just exist. I'm alive. All there is to experience, is the light and warmth from these lights, and the beautiful wind from the fan, that makes me dance. Some people wouldn't call it a dance, but I do. I tell them it's my beautiful leaf dance, and I laugh at them. And it's really great. Just being here. A leaf. Someday I'll fall again, and it will be even more beautiful than before.
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"A small man who does mighty deeds is far greater than a mighty man who does small deeds." - Jacob Heinrichs
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"Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder." Henry David Thoreau
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I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.. -Nicholas Sparks
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"Success is usually the culmination of controlling failure" - Sylvester Stalone -
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XY135
"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by TringposhDogwater
"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by TringposhDogwater
Don't Open Your Door
There's no use and running now... I should have left as soon as I heard it. I don't know what to do and I'm typing this on my tablet with frantic motion so if I get any spelling mistakes I won't be here long enough to correct them. My door being blocked by my bed and I don't have long to type this.Here in my town there's been a strange occurrence of people going missing. A news report of more and more people disappearing gave all of us a scare and quickly became the talk of the town. It's unknown about who is kidnapping or if it's even human but people are becoming more and more paranoid around here. One day my friend texted me during the night, about 3 AM, he said that there's a strange scratching at his front door and that it wouldn't stop. It was a one-floor house so hearing things from the front door wasn't that uncommon. I said that it must be a raccoon or some sort of animal because we lived in a rural area. But then he said that the scratching his stopped until he heard slow footsteps approaching his door. Then the scratching happened again outside his bedroom. I told him to call the police but then there was no answer. I was scared out of my wits but try to reason with myself. I slept thinking that the battery just might have ran out of his phone. There was never an answer, he was gone. I didn't know what happened to him but now I do. The next day I drove to his house, the front door was wide open. His house was completely empty with not a sound. That was the 8th disappearance.I went back home thinking what the hell was this thing was it a person or something else? A few days passed by fairly normal until today. It was so random and loud I almost shit my pants. Allowed bang came from my front door followed by three more. I sat there, still as can be, not breathing. It felt like time has stopped but then resumed as soon as I heard scratching. I don't know why but my eyes started to tear up and I lunged for my phone. I called 911 but all I got was static. Something was blocking the signal. Then I heard glass shatter and then something running up the stairs. It didn't even sound heavy all I heard was a small pitter patter followed by shuffles. That sound was probably the most heart-stopping sound you could hear at 2:50 AM in the morning. My imagination was racing and zipping to different possibilities of what fate awaited me. Until I heard quick shuffling outside my door that was getting louder. There was no time to think, I quickly blocked it with my bed as it collided with the door. A few seconds passed and the scratching started again. It didn't sound like long scratches, it sounded like a cat trying to get in your room but faster.Then the scratching stopped. It's currently 3 and the scratching hasn't started again. I kind of wish it was scratching because now all I hear is the bed moving and the creaking of my door... please if anyone hears scratching or banging at your front door either get out immediately or wait for it to take you. My door is now fully open. Good bye...
☆Author's note☆
This is my first short story and I'm very new to the idea. I'm pretty sure that this isn't that original but please keep in mind that I'm new to the idea of a short creepy or scary story. I'm still learning but I am open to criticism and some tips.
@PensivePost #story by BlueIceShards
There's no use and running now... I should have left as soon as I heard it. I don't know what to do and I'm typing this on my tablet with frantic motion so if I get any spelling mistakes I won't be here long enough to correct them. My door being blocked by my bed and I don't have long to type this.Here in my town there's been a strange occurrence of people going missing. A news report of more and more people disappearing gave all of us a scare and quickly became the talk of the town. It's unknown about who is kidnapping or if it's even human but people are becoming more and more paranoid around here. One day my friend texted me during the night, about 3 AM, he said that there's a strange scratching at his front door and that it wouldn't stop. It was a one-floor house so hearing things from the front door wasn't that uncommon. I said that it must be a raccoon or some sort of animal because we lived in a rural area. But then he said that the scratching his stopped until he heard slow footsteps approaching his door. Then the scratching happened again outside his bedroom. I told him to call the police but then there was no answer. I was scared out of my wits but try to reason with myself. I slept thinking that the battery just might have ran out of his phone. There was never an answer, he was gone. I didn't know what happened to him but now I do. The next day I drove to his house, the front door was wide open. His house was completely empty with not a sound. That was the 8th disappearance.I went back home thinking what the hell was this thing was it a person or something else? A few days passed by fairly normal until today. It was so random and loud I almost shit my pants. Allowed bang came from my front door followed by three more. I sat there, still as can be, not breathing. It felt like time has stopped but then resumed as soon as I heard scratching. I don't know why but my eyes started to tear up and I lunged for my phone. I called 911 but all I got was static. Something was blocking the signal. Then I heard glass shatter and then something running up the stairs. It didn't even sound heavy all I heard was a small pitter patter followed by shuffles. That sound was probably the most heart-stopping sound you could hear at 2:50 AM in the morning. My imagination was racing and zipping to different possibilities of what fate awaited me. Until I heard quick shuffling outside my door that was getting louder. There was no time to think, I quickly blocked it with my bed as it collided with the door. A few seconds passed and the scratching started again. It didn't sound like long scratches, it sounded like a cat trying to get in your room but faster.Then the scratching stopped. It's currently 3 and the scratching hasn't started again. I kind of wish it was scratching because now all I hear is the bed moving and the creaking of my door... please if anyone hears scratching or banging at your front door either get out immediately or wait for it to take you. My door is now fully open. Good bye...
☆Author's note☆
This is my first short story and I'm very new to the idea. I'm pretty sure that this isn't that original but please keep in mind that I'm new to the idea of a short creepy or scary story. I'm still learning but I am open to criticism and some tips.
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Alone in the ocean
Floating in the ocean I'm all alone in the nights tide, deep down in the darkness a jagged mouth opens wide.. I see it growing larger pushing up under my feet, while the unknown sea monster swims for fresh meat.
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Floating in the ocean I'm all alone in the nights tide, deep down in the darkness a jagged mouth opens wide.. I see it growing larger pushing up under my feet, while the unknown sea monster swims for fresh meat.
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In need of a helping hand
Low on energy and hope, I stumbled through the trees when I spotted my salvation in the distance, a clearing full of people! But my mistake was realized in short order, when it turned out they were naught but mannequins.
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Low on energy and hope, I stumbled through the trees when I spotted my salvation in the distance, a clearing full of people! But my mistake was realized in short order, when it turned out they were naught but mannequins.
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I've never been good at standing on my head
but I found it much easier when it no longer attached to my neck
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but I found it much easier when it no longer attached to my neck
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Knowledge is like underwear. It is useful to have it, but not necessary to show it off.
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"Why am I here?"
Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by ghostofapril
Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
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