The door slammed shut behind Emma, the lock sliding quickly into place. She was trapped, thrown down into the darkness and left to rot away or so she hoped. The alternative tore at her sanity and dragged shivers up her spine. What had she heard about these virgin snatchers? Only that once a girl had been kidnapped by them she never returned. Her throat felt like sandpaper and her fingers shook as she tried to find something to lever herself up from the ground. God if she hadn't been walking alone in the dark, but she'd had no choice. Danny had refused to take her home once he realised she was a virgin and wouldn't give him what he wanted tonight. He'd simply dumped her on the street corner in the middle of the night and whisked, away leaving her alone. At the time she'd thought it was a blessing that at least he hadn't tried to force her to do anything against her will but now as she surveyed the darkness and dam around her she started to resent his blatant disregard for her safety just because she wouldn't put out.
A soft whisper in the shadows, made Emma's legs go numb. Where the hell was she? Was she even alone in this dark? Her questions were quickly answered when she spied movement in the furthest corner of the room. Her heart felt ready to explode as she pressed herself back against the door, fear consuming her frozen form.
'H...Hello?' Emma whispered, her voice echoing around the dank walls. Although her words issued no response the slither of movement coming from the other side of the space abruptly stopped. Her violent shivers served to clarify that she was not alone. The figure stood still as though he could see her quaking form, although the light was so low she couldn't even tell that someone was there.
Silence dragged on relentlessly, wreaking havoc on Emma's fragile nerves. Every fibre of her being clutching for escape. Pushing her back against the thick metal door just affirmed she couldn't run. What if she was in here as food for a ravenous wolf, an evil serial killer, heck a fucking rapist murderer that wanted to play with her before seeing her dead?
'Who are you girl?' An almost guttural voice groaned in the darkness. Through Emma's sheer terror she momentarily regarded that the voice sounded so feral it seemed that perhaps whoever it was had barely used it at all. Regarding the harrowing surroundings the person was in, she suspected that that probably was the case.
Although she had been the first to call out, the reality that someone else was in the room robbed Emma of her voice. Her terror too potent to allow her to speak. Instead she huddled closer to the cold door and closed her eyes in silent prayer. My god where had she been thrown. It seemed only moments ago she was making her way home, almost to her run down front door on the edge of the slums before two violent men grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into their car. Next had come a devastating blow to her head and blackness before she woke being dragged down a dimly lit corridor to this door, the door she now found herself clutching, too afraid to go any further into the room.
'I said tell me your name?' The voice boomed, its sheer loudness in the silent room jarring to Emma's recently abused mind. She clutched at her head with a bruised and dirty hand. They hadn't been gentle when they had hauled her ass into the darkness and she had a sneaky suspicion they wouldn't be gentle when taking her out. If she ever got out! Who knew what awaited her in the prison, what they had brought her here to become. Someone's dinner, someone's plaything, someone's fucking knife target?
'I...I'm Emma.' He voice broke on her name. The few words all she could bare to say. My god was she done, could she go home now. Her tremors didn't sooth as she forced the words from her lips, her voices tremble only serving to terrify her more. She was scared for her life there was no point in denying it.
The figure skulked in the darkness, their presence only noticeable by the light shutter of footprints in the corner of the room. 'So they brought me you.' A volatile laugh erupted in the shadows, terrifying Emma half to death. 'How many times must this game go on before they lose interest?'
Emma didn't understand, what game? Why the fuck was he talking about her situation in that way. Suddenly the air around her flooded with an intensity that emulated an electric bolt. The hairs on her arms springing to attention at the sudden threat. Although she couldn't see anyone in front of her face she knew it was there, whoever it was. An intimidating feeling swept over her as her blood began pounding through her veins. A gentle but threatening touch stroked the hollow of her cheek throwing Emma closer to the door. 'Shh sweetheart, I've done this so many times now, you fear will only make things worse. That's how it works!'
'How what works?' Emma tremored, not certain of which direction to direct her response. The darkness seemed to follow the terrifying figure around the room suddenly so close to her body she felt consumed in the darkness along with it. 'Please I don't know why I'm here but I'm meant to be at home, my family will be worried about me, I...'
'No they won't.'
'What?' The figures abrupt response threw cold water on her already shivering nerves.
'They never have families looking for them or loved ones at home. They make sure I only ever take what no one will miss.'
Emma once again felt a gentle caress on her shoulder as though trying to sooth, but it left her cold. How did he know that she had no one at home? That her house was occupied by herself and one stray cat. From the moment Emma had left the orphanage and made it out on her own that dam cat had followed her side and she supposed that sad as some may think it was, Archie her mangy feral cat was the nearest thing she had to a family, probably ever would.
'They think it makes it easier on me to kill, that if I know no one is waiting at home for the young virgins, I will feel more compelled to comply.' The voice released a tired sigh as though the thought waited on his mind like stone. 'They're wrong!'
'Please I don't understand what am I here for? Who are you? I have so many questions but I don't even know who you are. Am I here just so you can kill me?' The words left her throat in a single breath, certainty of her end sparing her little hesitation. She had always thought that in the face of her death she would be speechless, especially if the one taking her life was right before her eyes. But instead she wanted to know more, the thoughts like acid on her brain desperate to spew from her lips. How was he going to do it? Would it hurt? Had the others he spoke of been afraid? Foremost, was she allowed to see the face of the one who was going to try and take her life? Emma had never thought she would be asking these question to herself let alone to a shadow stalking her in the dark.
'You're here because fate has brought you to my jail sell. Who I am is most likely never going to be your concern and in a manner of speaking you are here for me to take your life...unless,'
'Unless what?' Emma couldn't help her abrupt reply. Desperation peeking her senses to every word he spoke, picking up on the slightest chance of escape.
