Chapter1: Captured

A dark dingy small room swam into view as my vision slowly cleared.

I squinted and my hand flew instinctively to my head. Gosh, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so terrible in my entire life. Pangs of nauseousness wrecked my insides and my head hurt like my brains were caught in a vice-like grip. It was even worse than the hangover I had after my sweet sixteen party. But then again, I woke up on a comfortable soft bed that smelt like clean linen and not on this wet dirty cement floor which stank of rancid trash. I felt sick fear overwhelm me. Where the hell was this horrible place?

I retched, leaning to the side and dry heaved a few times. Then I fell limp against the damp cold wall.

“Is anyone there?” I tried calling into the darkness, only to hear my own weak voice echoing back at me. I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to recall how the hell I had managed to get into this horrible place.

The last thing I remembered was walking back from school, a long Monday. I remembered being exhausted after the entire day of never-ending lectures and torturous project work sessions. It was about seven in the evening, I could remember. Then I was walking though the shortcut down the alley because I wanted to get home as fast as I could. Then…

I rubbed my temples. It wouldn’t help if I was clueless about all of this. I had to know.

I remember walking down the dark alley. Oh crap. The memory hit me like a bucket of iced water. I was walking, then a hand just came from behind me and before I knew it, a large wet cloth muffled my nose and mouth. Luckily, but uselessly, my instincts did not let me down and I managed to elbow the robber, making him groan and let go of me momentarily. I spun around and caught a glimpse of his profile for a fraction of a second before something really heavy smashed half my head in, and then everything spiraled into darkness.

The robber had his face covered by a dark mask, but I saw his unruly dark hair and piercing eyes. I guess they were either black or brown. Oh what the hell, guys with black or brown hair streamed down the streets in superfluous amounts. It wasn’t like I could finger the robber even if--

A pang of fear gripped me. I wasn’t in the alley now, was I. Now it probably wasn’t a robber, so the only viable explanation, however dreadful, was that I’d been kidnapped.

I inhaled a sharp breath. Then I inhaled several more, trying to keep my panic from spiraling out of control. I had to escape out of here. Immediately. It was common knowledge that most kidnap victims don’t get returned in one piece, and I was trying hard to not let thoughts of my potential endings get to me.

I have to find a way out.

Bering with the discomfort, I pushed myself to my feet and tried to take a first step.

The clanking sounds of metal chains hit me the same moment as I felt heavy sharp metal spikes bite into my ankle.

Shit.

I’d been chained.

I fell to my knees hopelessly as my vision became clouded with tears. So this was my fate? Premature death in this horrible place? I hope the kidnapper wouldn’t rape me after I’m dead, I prayed that my parents would live through the trauma of losing me.

A sudden sharp “chink” sound snapped me out of my thoughts. I snapped my head up, staring into the far end of the dark room, and hear the slow whine of an under-oiled door opening. I wasn’t alone.

“Who are you?” My demand came out sounding like a half-croak.

I heard footsteps.

“Answer me!” I tried again, panic streaking through my voice. “Who are you?”

I sounded pathetic, and the footsteps approached me in gradual steady steps. After a few steps, a dark silhouette appeared in the shadows. I could see wild dark hair above his head and a pang of fear gripped me.

“Please don’t kill me.” I begged, dissolving into a whimpering puddle of fear.”Please let me go.”

The man walked closer until he was within an arm’s length. I could see his sharp chiseled profile. His eyes were hard, and piercing, staring straight at me. His biceps bulged from under the long sleeved shirt.

“Who are you?” I whimpered again, “Please let me go, I’d do anything.”

His features never showed the least bit of emotion. Squatting down, he placed a bottle of water and a sandwich before me. Then, he stood up briskly and left.

I stared at him retreating back and felt a pang of despair. Why wouldn’t he speak? And why did he show me his face? Surely he knows that if I’d seen his face, I could report him when I get out. What if I offered to pretend not to have seen his face? Would I be given the chance to leave alive then?

To die in the hands of a killer, was that really my fate?

I clutched at my dirtied dress and cried hopelessly.

Hi all!~
Haha, i've gotten sort of bored with writting fluff, so I decided to do something with a little bit more thrill.
I hope you'd like this, and to all my readers who liked A favour owed to the devil, don't worry, i'm not abandoning it, i just need a little distraction from all that fluff.
I hope you guys like this new story, i'm trying out a whole new genre, and it's making me happppyyy~

Ps:don't worry about the seeming lack of romance, it just have not manifested yet, so be patient and hold on(: