Kayla was walking down the same street she had a thousand times before. There was nothing different about this night. As usual on her way home from the club it was dark out. The moon was still low in the sky and at first quarter strength, but it was still bright.
The street lamp up the street flickered, there was the sound of a dumpster lid slamming shut and a dog off in the distance barking at an unseen intruder. Probably just a cat. As she plodded along the same old sidewalk past the familiar rows of houses, her mind wandered to past loves and past lives. Her mind’s eye was directed to the boy she saw in the club this evening.
She knew nothing of this boy, only that he seemed to enjoy her music, she was nonetheless entranced by him. As she thought about him, the only thing she realized that she actually remembered about him was his smile, his beautiful, radiant, perfect smile. The way his lips parted just ever so slightly to reveal his pearly whites, and how a slight sexy crease formed on his cheek.
Come to think of it, that smile was the only thing she remembered from this evening, she did not even remember playing for the packed club.
Kayla was rudely awakened from her daydreaming when she heard the splashing of water as she stepped off the curb and into a deep puddle. She walked across to the other side of the street and, sitting down on this relatively dry curb, she took off her water soaked socks and replaced them with another pair she carried in her guitar case. Ever since as long as she could remember, her mother had always told her that wet feet led to disease and pestilence, so it had always been kind of a superstition for Kayla to carry around with her an extra pair of socks. As for the shoes, she would just have to deal with the dampness
When she arrived at the elderly couple’s house from whom she rented the room above the garage, Kayla quickly ascended the external staircase to her sparsely furnished room, then clamored out onto the roof covering the back porch and then up the ladder she placed there to the second story roof.
It was a cloudless night, this night, cool but not cold. She stared up at the bright moon, transfixed on it’s beauty. The man in the moon was only partially developed this night, but she could still envision his face, and she closed her eyes with that image on her mind.
***
When she woke up again Kayla was in a sterile metallic room. The walls and ceiling, although appearing to be of metal, seemed to be emitting a strange, fuzzy light. As she lay on what felt like a metal table, she looked around, assessing her situation.
Her Wrists and ankles had been bound and she was in a spread-eagle position, but the binding did not hurt, as if it had been padded. She felt as if she had all her clothes on, and there was something else. There was something in her mouth. ‘Could it be? Yes’ she thought to herself. ‘Yes, there is a balled up sock in my mouth.’
After what seemed like an eternity of being bound and gagged in solitude, a hole opened in the wall where there had been none before. The light coming from the hole was intense, it made the light being emitted from the walls look like pure darkness.
It was not long after the hole formed that a figure moved in front of the light. The silhouette was of a man, but no distinguishable characteristics could be seen. He soon stepped out of the light and the hole closed. Before Kayla’s eyes could adjust to the darker setting, the man stepped over to a corner and bent over as if to set something down.
The man then walked so that in order to see him Kayla had to look down her body. It was then that she noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes, exposing her pink socks. The man disappeared below her and started rummaging through some things.
