The door slammed shut. I was alone.
I swallowed hard and took in my surroundings. It was hard, since one of the guys had socked me in the eye, but I could see through the one not swollen shut. I was in some kind of shed, with garden tools everywhere, and I was sitting on an overturned wheelbarrow. I had no idea where I was. They had kept me in a brown sack until dumping me in here.
Since my hands were bound behind my back, I kicked at the door desperately, hoping it might be unlocked. Not like they would have forgotten to lock it.
Ignoring the fact that they might hurt me, I screamed for help, wishing someone might be outside and hear. Surely someone had to be somewhere nearby. We were only ten minutes or so away from downtown, where I had been walking home from school when they captured me. There were no rural areas near the city.
I blinked my good eye, and a tear rolled down my cheek. What did they want? Why did they capture me? I hadn't seen their faces, since they both had on masks, but I hadn't recognized their voices. I guess it was just a random capture. Kidnapping some random girl, because they could.
After a half an hour or so of sitting alone in the shed, one of the guys walked in and stared me down for a moment. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he had a crazed look in his eyes. His hair shot up in every direction, as if he hadn't brushed it for days. I swallowed and looked down. He turned around and pulled some tools off the wall.
"Why do you have me here?" I asked, my voice shaky. I was terrified.
"Making supper," he said randomly, humming. He either didn't hear me or didn't want to answer.
I sat up a bit taller, trying to be brave. "What do you want from me?"
He looked at me and licked his lips. "Food." His eye twitched. I concluded that he was completely crazy.
Another random answer. Did he understand what I was asking? I decided not to speak anymore. He stood in the shed for a few more minutes and then left, leaving me alone again. I had to get out of here.
I stood up weakly and looked around, shuffling around the shed. It was hard to look for an escape with my hands and legs bound, but I had to get out of there. I saw a pretty big crack in one of the wooden walls, and I crawled over, immediately trying to force myself through the gap. But it was too small. I tried to rip some wood away with my feet. The wood was very old, so it was working. A few more seconds and there would be a big enough gap for me to escape.
I heard the door swing open, and I felt a sharp pain on my head. Everything went black.
I cracked one of my eyes open, for a moment wondering where I was. Then I realized I had been kidnapped. My eye flew open, and I turned my head to see the crazed man from earlier staring at me, his eyes glazed over. I looked away quickly and realized my head was throbbing from being knocked out. I was lying on a table.
I wasn't in the shed anymore. I was in some kind of kitchen. There was a big pot of water boiling in the corner, and the other man stood over it, dumping in vegetables. I noticed a bunch of knives and axes hanging on the wall next to me and breathed in sharply.
The man standing at the pot turned around and grinned. "Oh, so our guest is awake!" He looked younger and less-insane than the other guy. But somehow, he scared me a lot more.
I blinked. "Guest for what?"
He laughed. "Dinner."
I lay on the table for a few more minutes, petrified, and then decided to speak up. I had been kidnapped. Not like I had much more to lose.
"What do you want from me?" I asked the man who was cooking. He didn't reply. Instead, he looked around for something and then left the room. The crazy one was sharpening an axe in the other side of the room.
The door behind me was cracked open. This was my only chance.
I silently flung myself off the table and hopped over the door, pushing it open silently and sliding through. The door creaked, and the crazy guy turned around. I screamed and tried to hobble away. But in just a few seconds he had grabbed me and picked me up. I squirmed in his arms, crying. He slung me back down onto the table and tied me down with a rope.
The guy who had been cooking walked back in the room, holding a container of spices. He looked at me tied up and laughed.
"Someone's been difficult, I see," he said. The crazy guy grunted.
I let out a sob, giving up on being brave. "Why did you kidnap me?"
No response. The only sound I heard was the sound of the crazy one sharpening an axe behind me.
"What do you want from me?" I sniffled, my entire body shaking.
The cook turned around and looked at me sardonically for several long seconds before speaking.
"Teenage girl soup," he said, laughing evilly.
And then the axe went down on my head.
A/N: So I wrote this several months ago and have decided to put it up. IDK why I wrote about cannibalism. .-. Let me know if you liked it!
I'm currently working on MAC chapter 6, BTW. It will be up in the next few days.
Also, the first line- "The door slammed shut. I was alone." is from a Figment Daily Theme from months ago. Y'know, before they stopped making them.