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Simone Trapped by Matthew WizardHow did I get here? Its so dark so quiet I can see any thing. The last thing I remeber was driving to mom's house to give her the rent check for this month.
How the hell did I get here? Did I piss someone off? Is someone stalking me and has kidnapped me? What the fuck?
Let me find a wall or door or someplace to get out. I feel so cold where are my clothes? I feel so numb why can't I feel anything? Let me get out of here.
The floor is making a glass crunchy sound what is going on? It sounds like glass under my bare knees and palms but I don't feel any pain, maybe its plastic or something. It's so dark I can't see my hand in front of my face, let me touch my face to see if I can touch something. There it is my hand, my fingers, my lips, my nose, finaly something I can feel. Why is my hand gliding so easily over my face, feels like its lubed, but the smell is a metallic rusty smell, do I dare taste it?
Oh gross its blood, I must have crawled over someone or something's blood. What if its someone's oh I am gonna be sick, what if I caught something, so many blood borne diseases, this sucks so bad, I feel like puking.
I have to remember where I threw up so I don't crawl in that direction, oh it stinks in here, my puke and someone's blood. I have to get out of here must keep moving. I think I just found a wall its hard and goes up vertically, wait a handle let me turn it, I am turning it but when I pull or push the door it won't move, gosh the door knob feels slick, must grip harder, feels like my hand is sinking into the door knob, what is going on? I can't help but notice, the total body numbness that is going on, can I feel things? Yes but maybe its a pain thing, let me pinch... my arm..nothing...slap..my face no pain........what the fuck!
Help! I thought Help! I screamed, but no one is here, Let me stand up, ok no problem lets take a step, no problem another, another, ok we are moving but slow, let me find another wall or door, I feel like I am stepping down and on something slowing me down, something is driving into my feet, let me feel...
Something sharp is coming through the top of my foot, one, two, three of them...... they are nails oh shit, my other foot has two... this is hell, get me out of here more and more of the pucturing into my feet I will definately need a tetanus shot I need a way out, ah I think I am close to something
This is gonna hurt what did I trip on I am falling forward fast let my hands break my fall, the familiar glass crunch is heard again but at a greater impact caused by my body smashing on it, I am cold and my body feels like a slick film is coated all over it, I am feeling weak and tired all of a sudden, I wish I could see where I am what is going on in here, I want out, please someone let me out.
Wait the door is opening a hand is coming through, the light switch is on great, in steps a man in overalls he is very heavy, has a beard and hair sweater-like all over his body, how gross, he is so gross I thought who would have sex with that guy? In his hand he is gripping a large bucket whats that for? Then the horror of this unknown man switched to the horror of my surroundings the half of the room with rusty hooked and dagger straight nails punching up-ward, the other half in which was covered in green and brown beer bottle like glass shards every where the door in which the man came in and now closed that has a door knob with a crimson streak running from it then to a pool on the floor near it, then me.
The once perfect smooth olive skin was now a rusty maroon, crimson, there were so many cuts and scrapes all over my body one went to the other and many of the wounds were still active pouring my life force out, the horror swept over me and the fact that death was calling at this moment never really occured to me, I was so into my perfect near model body being destroyed. My bra was in pieces accross the room and my white thong panties were barely on me exposing my private area to this monster of a man.
I feel consciousness slipping from me, then the bucket is in launch postions and the satinic figure dumps it's contents, ititially thought to be water, to my horror and smell its gasolie. If I had any pain sensation I would scream in pain, the thought of gas mixing in my wounds and poisoning me would be enough, "Kill me I screamed"
"Thats the plan" as he lit and flipped a finishing match on me, the smell of my flesh cooking was all I will tell you of lastly as I can't say anything else.
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