Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2249590-Clue-8
Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: 13+ · Sample · Dark · #2249590
Chapter 1/ Sample
I woke up in a dark, stuffy room. The only sign of any light was a small stream coming from under the door. Moonlight. It wasn’t quite bright enough to be from the sun. The floorboards creak below me as I sit up, instantly bringing my hand to my forehead. What a god-awful headache.

My memory was jacked. Everything was fuzzy, just a distant memory. I had to think back. The last thing I remember was walking down a small alleyway, on my way home, of course.

Fuck. I held my hand to my lower stomach. When was the last time I ate? I try to remember my last meal, but nothing comes up.

I very carefully stood up. My entire body ached. I tried to look around at my surroundings, but it’s useless, I won't be able to see anything as long as it’s this dark.

Maybe this was some sick trick planted by one of my coworkers. David has been up my ass lately, I wouldn't put it past him to pull something like this.

I groaned. I just wanted to get home, eat a nice, home-cooked meal, and go to sleep. I didn't have time for this.

I looked around, running my hands against the walls of the room, hoping my sensory skills would help me out a bit.

The walls were made out of wood. Cold, splintery wood. I sighed and continued to feel around the box-shaped space I was confined to. Eventually, my hand landed on something cold. I flinched and jerked my hand away out of surprise. I had gotten so used to the wood, I wasn't expecting a doorknob.

The doorknob rattled as I stepped away from it. I sure as hell didn't turn the knob. My mind raced as I put two and two together. Was someone on the other side of the door? Someone had to be. Maybe it was David finally coming to let me free, finally coming to laugh in my face about how pathetic I am to fall for these childish tricks.

The door slowly opened, a small amount of light was already spilling through the crack in the door. The rusty hinges of the door whistled as it got pushed fully open. Standing just outside the small room was an outline tall guy with a heavy build. It's definitely a good idea to stay out of his way the best I can. My skinny body is nothing compared to his big arms and chest. The male reached his hand over and flicked on the light. The brightness of the light took me by surprise, causing me to fall back down to the ground.

As soon as the lights turned on, I took the chance to look around at my surroundings. I was in a small, and just as I thought, wooden shed. There were absolutely no windows, and just one door. The shed-looking room was empty besides a standard-white sheet on the ground, and a small chair sitting neatly in the opposite corner.

Alright so that settles it, I'm definitely getting kidnapped. Is this how all those teenage girls felt?

Once I finished looking around, my eyes shifted to the buff man with black hair and cold, dark eyes. That definitely wasn't David. He walked over to me and kneeled down in front of me.

I wanted to do something. Flinch away, yell, scream, cry, anything. But I couldn’t. My entire body tensed as he took ahold of my chin, examining my face with his foggy eyes.

My throat was dry, and my tear ducts felt clogged. The only thing I was able to do was to let out small whimpers.

Pathetic, I know.

He smirked at my reaction before standing up, still looking down at me as if he was studying my body. “You’re a handsome little thing, aren’t you?”

His voice wasn’t as deep as I expected it to be. He sounded more like a teenager than a grown man.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes just like an animal stuck in a cage would. I narrowed my eyes at the man and forced out a question. “H-Handsome..? I stuttered. “Who are you?”

He smiled at me struggling to talk as he paced around in front of me.

“King.” He said smiling. If he didn’t just kidnap me, I might have actually mistaken him for a nice guy. “My name’s King."

I backed up against the wall and I calmed down a bit more. He wouldn't actually hurt me... Would he?

He frowned at me, leaning down, and would lift my head up by pulling on my hair. He seemed kind, but his eyes looked lifeless and cold as I stared directly into them.

“How rude..” He said with a slight frown, almost looking like he was actually upset. “Do you have no manners? If you ask for someone’s name, you’re supposed to offer yours in return.”

I tore my eyes away from his gaze, not being able to stand looking into his eyes any longer. “Quinton..” I barely got out of my sore mouth.

He nodded, letting go of my hair, letting my gaze fall back down to the ground. I heard the smile growing on his face as he spoke.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Quinton.”

I looked up at him now. This was about when I realized I had no idea who this man was, and what he wanted from me.

“What do you want from me?” I say with my eyes squinted at the giant man in front of me. A playful smile grew on his face as his cold eyes settled on my left cheek.

“What about that scar? Where did it come from?” He said, completely ignoring my previous question.

I looked up at him as I smirked a bit. “Answer mine first.”

He smiled and chuckled, nodding as he now paced in front of me again. “Me? Oh I just wanted a friend.”

I stared at him, completely not believing what he just said. You don’t lock your friends up in a shed. Money? Did he want money?

I chose not to answer him, still scared of what he might do to me. He just smiled, kneeling down and tied a rope around my ankle, the other end of the rope attached to the wall.

My eyes widened, trying to kick the man. “What are you doing? I need to get home! My wife, my kids!”

He bit his bottom lip as he stood up, running his hand against the wall.

“Let’s play a game..” He said while the same playful smile grew across his face. “I’ll give your family and the police 8 months to figure out your whereabouts, and then attempt to save you. I will anonymously release a clue on the first Monday of each month, each clue being more helpful to the investigation as more months pass. If they fail to find you in the given time, your death will be recorded for your friends and family to witness.”

I furrowed my brow as tears finally started to form in my eyes, looking up at him. What is this? Who the hell even is this guy? “What?! You psychopath! Are you crazy? I have to get home! This is ridiculous!”

He continued, “The first clue will be released tomorrow morning, the first Monday of February. Sleep tight.” At this, he flicked off the lights again, closing the door gently behind him. After a moment or so, the sound of keys jingling could be heard from the other side of the door.

Great. He locked it.

I didn't know how to react. How was I supposed to react? I've heard so many stories about young children and women getting kidnapped. But never men in their forties. What did he really want from me?

And what was this game he talked so confidently about? I only ever heard of this type of situation in movies, kind of like the Saw films. However, in those movies, the "contestants" had to work and struggle for their lives. I, on the other hand, just have to sit and wait for how many months did he say? Eight?

This is pathetic.
© Copyright 2021 Earthworm Sally (earthwormsally at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2249590-Clue-8