The Cure for a Killer

The Cure for a Killer

Chapter 1

The ice was gripping and tearing the soles of my feet with every step I took towards the igloo. Running in order to decrease the burning and freezing of my feet, I ran even faster. Gasps of breath escaped from my mouth, misting over the air and leaving small clouds. I finally reached the igloo after what seemed to be an eternity of running. I entered the igloo, jumping from one foot to the other, trying to decrease the soreness and numbness radiating from my soles. I looked down only to be greeted by an ugly picture of blue feet and toes that were liable to fall off any minute in the future. I did not pay much attention to my surroundings, being solely focused on my feet, but then I looked up and my instincts kicked in immediately. I crouched down, despite my feet, and looked around. In the corner sat a dark figure. Laughter erupted from his mouth and he sneered, twisting their lips into a sick smile.

"Took you some time, Safia!" he said, getting up.

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I opened one of my eyes, trying not to make it obvious that I was awake. I scanned my surrounding quietly; taking in everything I could see. A man was sitting on a canvas opposite of where I lay. The room was painted in dark colours, furniture was scarce and a painting of a lovely woman hung from the wall. The door caught my attention since it was my escape exit. On it I could see a lot of writing but I was too far away to percept what was written.

"I can see you are quite fascinated by the door," the strange man said.

"How did I get here?" I asked.

"Do you know what is written on the door?"

God, I felt like strangling this impertinent man.

"How did I get here?" I asked again, repeating my question for what I thought was about the hundredth time.

"Every person who has been in this room has their name written on this door. They never leave the room. I thought at least they should be acknowledged." The unknown man smiled, twisting his lips into an utterly disgusting shape.  

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Where am I?" I said, sitting up. The sofa I was sitting on was shiny. It looked like it was just purchased. Looking again at the furniture, I noticed that everything looked new. I shot the unknown man a look of confusion.

"I am not a cruel man," he said, standing up, "I will answer all your questions in time."