It started with you walking to your car at night. The parking lot is well light except for the area around your car. The lamp flickers as you near it. Your hands were full of school books. You looked tired and frustrated. You were mumbling to yourself.
"He can't watch him for an extra hour so I can catch up?" You think you hear something and stop to look around. A low tune coming from your phone interrupts your search. You shuffle the books around so you can take it out of your pocket. It's a text message from me.
'Hey, beautiful. Whatcha up to?'
'Heading home. I swear I think Paul doesn't care if I fail school sometimes.'
'What's he done now?' You start back toward your car as you type your explanation. The lamp finally dies as you reach the driver door. You unlock the doors and empty your arms into the back seat. Your phone lights up again playing the tune that tells you have a text message. It's me again.
'He'll just have to wait.' An arm warps arm your neck and a piece of cloth covers your nose and mouth. You pass out in seconds.
When you wake up, you arm bound at the wrists and ankles by ropes that keep your arms extended above your head and legs spread two feet apart. There's a gag ball in your mouth and a cloth covering your eyes. You can see the flicker of several candles.
"Paul doesn't know what he has." I say looking at you. I pick up a dagger from a small table. A short whip, a latex mask that would hold open your mouth, handcuffs, a vibrator, and two candles are placed on the table. I walk over to you and slide the blade down your cheek just enough to make it bleed. I lick the blood away with the tip of my tongue.
