It was a new moon. No light. No sweet moonlight. No protection from the kind stare of the moon. No kind, old grandpa eyes watching over me. There was none of that, but the howl of the wind. The shriek of open gates getting violently pushed back and forth. And even though there was no comforting stare from the moon, I felt as though someone - or something - was watching me. Spying on me. Something far worse than a harmless moon. Something, far, far worse.
The wind sent a shiver down my spine. It trickled down my back as I turned down a dark - pitch black more than dark - ally. This was a well known short cut home for me, but tonight made me want to walk quicker. I didn't though. Strangely enough. I turned around. Part of me told me not to, my instincts argued back. They seemed to get their own way. It's what always got me into serious trouble.
Suddenly, I got snatched from behind. His hand was cold. It froze me for a few moments. I then screamed for help. I cried as loud as I could; at the top of my voice. But there was no-one there to here it. I knew that, but I couldn't do anything else, no matter how hard I struggled. . .
I can't remember what happened next. But I know this . . .
My name is Sylvie de sang. I live in Paris - and I am scared. Scared for my life. I've been given a comfy bed in a big room. The person - I do not know. Snatched by a stranger in the middle of the dark, dark night. What's going on? Why am I here? Will I get out alive? Only time will tell. Dark, cruel, torturous time . . .
HELP ME!
