Below you will find my submission to the DARK SIDE THURSDAY event. The idea is to write something dark and scary using 500 words or less. This is the beginning of Amy’s story. I hope you will check back next week for it’s continuation. Enjoy the beginning of Amy’s Freedom.
Amy opened her eyes to nothing, and she was confused. She tried to bring her hands to her eyes thinking she could rub away the dark, but her hands were bound behind her back. A wave of panic surged through her body. She tried to scream but could only mew like a kitten. Her mouth was sealed with a sticky substance she knew to be duct tape. Her breathing came hard and ragged in and out of her nose. The sudden loss of carbon dioxide brought her to the brink of hyperventilation.
Cold fear tightened around her neck and suffocation like the grim reaper threatened her life. Knowing death was eminent, she tried to concentrate on slowing her breathing. Again she tried to move but to no avail except for a slight sway back and forth. To Amy’s horror she realized she was hanging upside down. Warm liquid ran down her legs from her shackled ankles. The shackles that bit into her skin had been tightened by a man three times her size. The pain was almost unbearable and Amy did the only thing she could. Silent tears dripped to mix with the blood and cold earth below.
Amy hung helpless like a piece of meat waiting for the butcher’s saw.
He was confident she wouldn’t be able to escape. The shackles he used were old but solid, and he had added a bit more force when clasping them to her ankles. There was no way she could get out of them. He hadn’t wanted to leave her but he had worked up an incredible appetite and he became grumpy when he was hungry. He smiled at the thought, and looked at the spinach he sauteed and saw that it had reached perfection. No, he didn’t like being grumpy and besides it was most important to display his good side to his guest.
Yes, he had already decided to play the perfect gentlemen. He would be ever so kind and gentle as he cared for her wounds and afterward he would present a dinner cooked to perfection in honor of their first night together. He reached for the steaks that had been marinating overnight. The hot grill sizzled when both fillets kissed the iron. God it smelled good. He smiled knowing that Amy would enjoy them.
He thought of Amy. God she was beautiful. Beautiful but not glamorous, and he liked it that way. The first time he saw her in class he thought of Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island. Her innocence had captivated him so much that he found it hard to concentrate on the lesson she taught. After a while he got past her smile…she was always smiling, and settled in upon the content of her lesson. Not only was she a “looker” but the lady could teach. She taught through example so the technique developed right before your eyes. It was almost as if they were the only two in the room, instead of the twenty five other students.