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'Maybe Our World Is Another Planets Hell.'
- Aldous Huxley
Prologue:
The putrid stench of death hung heavily in the room.
Cockroaches ran over the blood stained floor and crawled over left-over decaying flesh. This is what she smelt as she slowly came to. Her eyes flickered open to see hanging body-parts, chains and an assortment of knives, axes and saws hanging from the walls.
Her eyes widened in shock and she tried to scream. The bloodstained gag prevented any noise from coming out. She writhed around furiously but the chains binding her against the wall wouldn't budge. They just dug deeper into her flesh. Tears ran down her face as she looked around and saw all the horrors of the room she was imprisoned in. Gabrielle had had nightmares before. She had imagined evil things and thought about what hell could look like. Nothing she imagined was anywhere close to this. This room was more terrifying and vile then anything she could ever imagined.
On the far side of the room was a table, the wood stained dark with old dried blood. On the table was an assortment of malicious weapons and tools. From small switchblades to large hunting knifes to hammers and meat cleavers. Gabrielle shuddered. Knifes cut, hammers broke.
The weapons were terrifying and inspired fear but what made it a million times worse was all the blood. Whichever sick and twisted monster that owned this disgusting despicable dungeon, he never cleaned his weapons after use. This dank disgusting basement was never cleaned and the putrid vile stench of dried blood, decaying flesh and hopelessness hung in the air like a suffocating blanket of despair.
Earlier that day Gabrielle Silva woke up to a smell much more delectable than that of decaying flesh. She woke to the glorious, heavenly smell of bacon. She smiled happily and leaped out of bed full of joy and excitement. It was her sixteenth birthday.
She grabbed her large pink plush toy rabbit named Mr Rogers and hugged him tightly as she envisioned the great day ahead of her. Gabrielle put Mr Rogers down and quickly made up her bed. As she did she whistled a happy tune and did little twirls as she swayed and danced. She was full of life and happiness. After five minutes of trying on three different outfits she finally decided on her pink top with a picture of the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. She loved rabbits and she loved pink. Gabrielle wore a white skirt and matching white shoes. She put on her pink Alice band, smiled and pouted in her mirror then walked full of excitement into the kitchen. As she walked into the kitchen her family started singing happy birthday loudly. She blushed and her face shone with joy.
Her father left the room to fetch her gift and her mother smiled lovingly and told her to close her eyes. Gabrielle was brimming with excitement and anticipation. Her mother prompted her to open her eyes and as she did her eyes opened wide and her face broke out into the biggest smile her family had ever seen. She let out an excited squeak and exclaimed 'oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!'
She ran towards her father and grabbed the fluffy white rabbit out of his hands.
Her parents laughed and smiled as the watched their daughter happily hugging her new pet. Gabrielle's mother asked her with a smile, 'We thought it was time you got a real rabbit. It's a lot of responsibility but we have faith in you, we know he's in good hands. What are you going to name him?'
Gabrielle looked into the small cute eyes of her new pet and answered happily, 'Mr Timothy.'
Gabrielle slipped in and out of consciousness. She desperately tried to scream for help and writhe free but was only successful in causing herself more pain. Tears streamed down her face as it started to dawn on her that she was never leaving this room. She was never going to see her mother or her father again. Never going to hug Mr Timothy or Mr Rogers again. Her lips curled into a small momenterial smile at the thought of Mr Timothy but quickly dissipated as pain coursed through her body. Her throat and mouth were dry and her whole body was numb.
She felt nauseated and drained. Gabrielle felt herself drifting out of consciousness again but was yanked to full awareness as the door of the room creaked open. She once again writhed and tried to scream. She tried even harder when she saw the man that had entered the room. He was tall and thin. His hair was black and in a shaggy mess. He was beady eyed with a thin, small nose and thin mouth. He looked nervous and almost as if he was afraid of something, he seemed almost out of place in such a situation. He was dressed all in black and wore black gloves. The man avoided looking her in the eyes, almost as if he was scared of her. He stood wringing his hands and nervously looking around the room, his eyes darting from side to side, stealing quick glances at her. The man looked at his watch nervously.
He was waiting for something. His lips moved as he quietly counted down the seconds.
He reached zero and looked up at Gabrielle in the eyes for the first time.
Her head was pounding and felt like it was going to explode but she was sure she heard him whisper, 'I'm sorry'. He then turned and picked up a knife from the table on the left of her.
He closed his eyes and lifted the knife up slowly. His face then changed.
He smiled wickedly and opened his eyes. Gone was the nervous, timid young man. Her eyes widened in fear as he advanced towards her. There was a hunger in his eyes, a dark sick hunger. His eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. Fear built up in her, flowing through her body and taking over her mind. He stood in front of her just staring, enjoying the effect he was having on her. He then opened his mouth and spoke. His voice cold and menacing, dripping with malice. 'Happy birthday Gabrielle.'
A cold shiver ran down her spine at the mention of her own name. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her breathes came out as short harsh gasps. She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head away, as he came closer. He spoke into her ear softly, 'you never invited me to your birthday celebration Gabrielle. That hurt my feelings.' He stepped back, laughed and continued, 'granted you have no idea who I am, this is the first time we have officially met.
I don't get out often and Abel is very shy, but he does like you. He watches you as you walk home from school, always smiling and joyful. The sun dancing in your hair and everybody looking at you and smiling. No one smiles at me and I'm okay with that but Abel is sensitive. It makes him very sad when people walk past him and ignore him. No smiles for Abel, only smiles for you.'
Gabrielle gasped for breath and then screamed out loud as he ripped the gag off of her.
He laughed as she screamed and joined in with mocked screams of his own. He grabbed her by her shoulders and screamed in her face. Gabrielle closed her eyes and whimpered as she tried to turn her head away. He was close, so close to her that she could smell his sweat.
He ran his fingers through her hair and took in her scent. He slowly traced his knife up her stomach tracing a thin line of blood. He gripped her by the hair tightly and whispered into her ear, 'I am Cain. I am your nightmare.'
He then bit her ear and stabbed her in her left thigh. Gabrielle screamed in pain as Cain spat out the bit of her ear he had bitten off. He laughed hysterically and licked her blood off the blade. Tears rolled down Gabrielle's cheeks as the blood flowed down her leg.
Cain grabbed her tightly around her neck and punched her hard in the stomach.
He then stepped back and swung his knife cutting her across her left shoulder.
Gabrielle screamed out in agony. Cain swung his fist and punched her in the face, breaking her nose. With each swing he laughed out loudly like a crazed maniac. Her pain driving him mad with ecstacy. Each scream sending jolts of bliss rippling throughout his body. He stabbed her just below her right ribcage and shouted in her ear, 'Scream louder!'
He twisted the knife in deeper and she obeyed, her screams of pain echoing within the room. Cain stepped back and watched her writhe in pain. He licked his lips as he felt the ecstacy build up inside of him. He threw his blade at her and it cut the side of her ear as it landed next to her head. Cain advanced towards Gabrielle hungry to inflict more pain and listen to her arousing screams of agony but stopped suddenly as an alarm went off.
His wicked smile was replaced with a disappointed frown. Cain retrieved the blade he had thrown and put it on the table with the rest of his bloody collection. He looked at Gabrielle sadly and said,'I'm sorry but I have to go now. You will spend the rest of your sweet sixteenth celebrating with the rats and cockroaches. It is fitting for you are no more a beautiful embodiment of joy. You are a broken, disgusting worthless mess. I will be here tomorrow to lead you further down the rabbit hole of misery and despair and you will know the darkness that has eluded your perfect life for so long'.
Cain turned the lights off and as he walked out he said, 'enjoy your nightmare Gabrielle'.
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