A Shattered Reality

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1.

The longer I stayed in there, the more foggy my thoughts became. Time became a mere assumption and suddenly, everything that I had taken for granted before were the equivalent of a far fetched dream. How I longed to stand on the edge of the cliff near my old home and observe the waves crash and foam below me, to hear the seagulls crow and to smell the familiar salty seaside smell. In fact even sunlight itself became a luxury in my webbed mind.

At first I'd break into sobs and scream, begging for him to let me out. My hands continuously stung from the strain I put on them to break out of the metal hand cuffs. I would wander around the cellar, brushing my dirty fingertips across the rough walls, the porcelain toilet and the door knob that did not budge, yearning for some kind of stimulation.

But slowly I gave up hope.

Everyday, The cellar door would l open and I would see a figure of the man walking towards me with his soft footsteps pattering across the cold cement floor. I would beg him to let me go as he would forcefully shove in a stale piece of bread and pour in a cup water into my scorching throat as if I were an animal.

The permanent cold darkness that subsided cellar trapped me in a state in-between of sleep and consciousness. I imagined the tears pouring down my moms face every time she thought of her baby girl. How my small town would search for me. I would be known the bland lost girl, the girl that had always lurked in the shadows that no one really knew. And soon, I could be gone for good.

Slowly the metal door creaked open and a figure of the man approached me, the sound of metal keys clinking together following him. I felt his rough finger pads fumbling with my handcuffs and I felt relieved. Maybe I was being let go. Maybe I could be finally free.

"Who are you? Are you going to save me? What do you want from me??" I asked question after question. I was beyond terrified. But despite my demands, he remained silent.

"Fuck. Its too dark" I heard his weary voice mumble. It was the first time I heard him speak. He stood up and walked around the room and with a flick of a switch, the whole room lit up.

Blinking rapidly due to the sudden exposure to light, I looked around the cellar that I had been confined into for the past weeks. It looked exactly as I had imagined with blank cement walls and a blank cement floor with the porcelain toilet placed in the corner with a wad of toilet paper.

Standing infront of me was a man who looked around thirty years of age. He had shiny black hair and a shadow of stubble ran down his proportionate face. His dark brown eyes seemed intelligent but with a hint of insanity. He reminded me of a cunning fox, the ones that you were warned about in story books as a child.

But what caught my attention was his attire. He had on a lab coat that used to be white but now had discoloured into a light shade of yellow from years of wear. His hands had what seemed to be chemical burns and cuts all over them. A red bow-tie was lazily tied around his neck which made him give off a eccentric vibe.

"Who are you?" I asked once again. He did not reply and instead grabbed my wrists and fumbled with the keys once more. I struggled against him, kicking at him with my legs "let go of me you sick fu-"

His hands pressed against my mouth and he looked furious.

"Shut up!" he growled and my heart skipped a beat. "We'll talk later, first let me get you out of these stupid chains,"

Still terrified, I stayed quiet as he attempted to insert the dozens of keys, one after the other. Finally I heard a click and my handcuffs fell down onto the ground loudly.

I stretched my hands out infront of me, observing my very bruised wrists.

"Get up," He ordered and I shakily stood up, my legs limp from continuously sitting up. He ushered me to follow him and then turned his back to me and walked out with a dominant stance. I followed him into a dimly lit hallway until it lead to a spacious living room.

The carpeted floor had intricately designed pictures weaved into the material. The walls were made up of a tan wood and a brick fire place stood beside the wall of the living room, a bit of hearth still burning. Several large picture frames were hung up on the walls and there was a glass chandelier hanging over the soft turquoise couch. The whole house gave off a luxurious vibe.

"What is this place?"

"Whatever you think it is," was his peculiar answer.

I quickly looked around the living room, trying to see if there was any escape route. The windows were shut but let some light in from the outside. The door was shut too.

Without thinking, I ran to it; and pulled the door knob with all my force. I winced as I felt something extremely hot burn my hands. I blew on my burnt hands that throbbed pain. The door knob was not a normal door knob and this house was not a normal house.

I paused, my heart beating hard against my chest as I felt his presence behind me.

I cried out as his large fists made contact with my jaw. His nails dug into my arms on purpose and I held back my tears. He swirled me around so that I was standing face to face with him. Towering over me, he looked downright furious.

"Let me go!"

"Stop dreaming, bitch," he spat out smiled a smug smile and pressed his nails deeper into my skin, " You're under me and," his fingertips brushed against my cheeks and flicked it making me wince, "I'll do anything I want. You aren't going anywhere."

"Please," I begged him "Let me go, I won't tell anyone about you; I'll do anything you want" I was desperate,"just let me go,"

I heard a deep laugh echo around room and he looked at me with a glint of insanity in his eyes.

"If only reality worked that way,"

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