my handcuffs felt like snakes, tightening around my wrists.


    i felt as if the dust was slowly invading my lungs, darkening the fresh air I had left in my body.


    i was never getting out of here.


    never.


    it was impossible...


    i had been here... forever it seemed.


    long enough to make my hair go past my thighs, and my legs to grow lanky and skinny.


    my lips felt like a desert, and my eyes tried to cry, but were completely out of tears.


    i ...


    i could hardly even remember my name.


    people called me fred...


    but that''s the only bit I could really remember.


    it had just been that long.


    "darling. are you tired of this yet? are you ready to surrender?"


    a deep voice whisped through the crack in the door.


    i could feel his presence. the smell of death, but hinted with roses, and other things that brought a nostalgia to my brain.


    i had almost forgot why I was in here. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "no... I''m not... I''m not going to b-be with you... you sack of deer shit...."


    "hmm~. what a shame~"


    the sultry voice hummed through the crack, that I longed to see past.


    "just let me go.. please...i...I''m done...."


    "no. you know there is only one way to get out of that smelly little room. and its one a single little word~"


    "..."


    my hands shook, making the chains clink together, as I stared down at my dirty grubby fingers.


    "please, I just want to go home..."


    "dearest. you have no home. you remember what I did, don''t you ? or do you need another lesson-"


    "no! no.... no...."


    I struggled up, off the dirty floor, as a rat scurried in front of me, running from my movements.


    i would run away from me too.


    i was practically vibrating, my teeth chattered as I tried to speak.


    "y-y-your a m-monster...."


    "yes well, it isn''t the first time i hear that, is it now darling?"


    i moved my curly brown hair out of my face, feeling my face become wet from sweat, and maybe, for once after so many times, tears.


    "please..."


    " darling, you only have to say a little word. just one. cant you do that for me? for yourself?"


    "....i....i..."


    i looked around at the moldy hay littering the stone floor, which was my bed at the time.


    "y....yes....."


    " SPLENDID! I''ll send for someone to get you immediately. i myself have matters to attend to. but be a good girl please. would you do that? for me~"


    " shut u-up."


    i remembered those girls, all in a circle , playing with that silly board, and...


    and when i was alone the next week.


    and the next.


    and the next.


    my house didn''t feel like home after that.


    i felt those blood red eyes pour into my soul , watching me, like a scientist to a small brown rat.


    i remember the feeling... like death was choking me with both hands, and long lanky skeletal fingers, that were as cold as frostbite.


    i remember seeing....him... everywhere i happened to turn, or every street i happened to cross.


    who could''ve thought that it was all because of that silly wooden board, a mirror, four gullible girls, and a man... a man who''s passion was only to kill and bathe in the blood he gathered.


    if only i hadn''t met those girls.


    if i hadn''t let them come over, i wouldn''t be here.


    people would still be living.


    my family would still be walking on earth, instead of flying in the clouds.


    maybe i would be in a better place too.


    maybe where they were at now...