I woke up to the sound of two men yelling with a confidence in the voice hidden by fear. Immediately the vague argument ended abruptly. Echos of heavy shoes clunked down the metal staircase and with each step a mystery within it. The man keep his silence which gave an uncomfortable energy over the room. Suddenly I hear the click of a loaded gun and the energy of the heavy booted man and the two men in front of him became dark rooted in hatred. With one shot the sounds of a lifeless body fell to the ground and a sheer scream came from one of the men. "Clean it up". The voice came deep, presumably from the heavy booted man. The other scurried to his knees and when I then felt a rush back to my body. I could not only hear again but now feel. Contained and Trapped, Cold, Dark and scared. I then realized what had just happened. Murder, I had been in the scene of a murder and in the control of the heavy booted man. My hands and Feet were bound and to only feel I am hanging on a rope in a sack. I didn't want to cause attention to myself but I let out a whimper. Who am I and where did I come from...
I've seen this type of thing only but in a film, I was to in shock to even consider any possibly and to open my eyes to see the truth of the matter. Two rusted doors creeped open with the sound of heavy breathing behind them. My heart sank to the point I couldn't even tell if I had one any more. The doors swung open and with a swipe of one blade my rope was cut only to fall to the cold dark concrete. He laughed in enjoyment as if it was in ich that haven't been pleased in a long while. I hurt and felt weaker then I had ever felt before. He cut open the lac I was in and the shocking light hurt my eyes it even stung a little. I tied with all of my strength left in me to get up but with a fail I fell back down as he beat me yelling "that's not a good little kitty, bad kitty" followed by a disturbed laugh. I ached and felt more pain than I have ever. My eyes to see heavy boots on a heavy booted man...
