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The Man
The wind rustled around the tiny building, like whispering spirits judging him. Every noise outside could have been the snapping of twigs; the tell tale signs of someone approaching. And yet, he knew that was impossible. He had been too careful. Far, far too careful.
After all. He'd done this before.
He straightened up in his seat, trying to make his mind focus on other things than his imagined enemies. His mind started to retreat into a subconscious he usually kept well hidden. Things long forgotten sprung up in his mind... things best left in the past. His eyes snapped back to the present, instead choosing to focus on what was in front of him.
"Please..." said a voice.
Now fully aware, the man sat up. He tried not to look at her, but automatically he ended up doing so anyway.
"It hurts. Could you just untie me for a little bit? I'm not exactly going to get away from you, am I?"
The man showed no sign of hearing her, but hear her he did. The voice came from a young girl of 19, tied tightly to a chair in the middle of the room. Her hands were wrapped behind her, while rope encased her middle, legs and feet. She was dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt; when the man had first picked her up she'd been at home. Her dazzling blue eyes, flecked with tears, peaked out at him from underneath long, brunette locks. She truly was a pretty thing. If the man noticed that kind of thing.
He sighed. He'd heard this plea before.
"Come on!" she said, the despair clear in her voice as she strained against her bonds. "I promise! Just let me loose for a little bit. I can't feel my fingers."
The man continued to stay silent, simply shaking his head once. The girl began to sob softly, looking anywhere but at him.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.
He said nothing, but stood up suddenly. She winced slightly, yet he walked away from her, prancing out of the door of the tiny cabin without a backwards glance. It helped if he didn't speak to them. It made it easier.
Annabel
He's going to kill me
That thought had raced through the young girls mind continuously, ever since she had woken up in this tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere. Her captor, elusive and silent, had simply stared at her over the last day, as though unsure what to do. Annabel was no psychologist, but this didn't sound good.
With him out of the place, wandering off to God knows where, Annabel finally thought she'd caught a break. He had been there almost continuously since she'd woken up, staring calmly at her as she screamed, begged, then demanded to know what was going on. And all the while he'd left her tied like she was. Wrist ground on wrist, ankle on ankle, completely attached to that wooden chair. It had been uncomfortable when she first awoke. Now, it was nearing agony.
Gritting her teeth, Annabel tried moving her wrists, seeing if she could find any slack at all. Her hands were tied palm to palm, the knot entirely out of reach of her probing fingers. No matter how much she tried, she simply couldn't move her hands at all. Feeling growing despair, with a cry she applied force, trying to pry them apart through sheer strength. The rope held firm, her bonds held fast. This guy, whoever he was, was a pro. There would be no escape.
Crying, she suddenly launched herself into furious struggles. She would not give up! She'd find some slack, any slack...
Five minutes later she slumped as much as her ropes would allow, completely bound and helpless. Tears slid down her slightly freckled face. She was going to die. Alone, in the middle of the woods. Nobody would hear her. Nobody would come. 19 years old. Barely any time to make a mark upon the world...
I will not give up!
Her prying eyes cast about the room, looking for anything that might be sharp enough to cut the rope. But the room was empty. Only a small wooden structure, with 2 chairs facing each other, one of which she'd been stuck in for hours. There was nothing that could help her here. Nothing at all.
It was some time later the man returned. He stared at her once, then sat back down in his seat, continuing his relentless silence.
The Man
She'd been trying to escape, that much was obvious. Her hair flecked across her face, her eyes were red and blotchy. It seemed that she had cried all she could. Now she was regarding him curiously, studying him like she hadn't before. It seemed she was thinking hard.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she said.
The man kept himself quiet, absently studying his nails.
"Didn't you hear me?" she pressed. "I need to go. I haven't been all day. Will you please just let me..."
"Go ahead," he spoke for the first time. "I'm not stopping you."
She seemed shocked to hear his voice and for a minute seemingly couldn't reply. The man appreciated the silence, even if it threatened to return worrying thoughts.
"So you can speak," she said. She squirmed slightly in her ropes. "What's your name?"
The man said nothing once again.
"Come on! Can you at least tell me something? What's going on? Why are you doing this? Why won't you just let. me. go!"
She emphasized the last three words, thrashing about in the chair. He watched calmly, admiring her courage. Some of her predecessors had offered him anything if he'd just untie them and let them go. It seemed this one was a bit of a fighter.
"You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that, you know," he said.
He stood up, walking towards her. She suddenly looked very scared.
"Let's get one thing out of the way. I don't want to be here. You don't want to be here. I'm not in charge and neither are you. What I am is a man with a very particular set of skills. If you fight me, I can make your stay here extremely unpleasant. But don't beg me, don't proposition me, in fact you can be silent as the grave, or I will put you in one. Your words fall on deaf ears, Annabel."
He walked behind her.
"I'm going to untie your hands. You're staying in the chair, so I'll hear no more."
He began working on her knots, unravelling the cords as quick as he could. He heard her sigh in soft relief, bringing them before her eyes. There were deep red lines there, and several bruises. She tried rubbing them softly, wincing.
"Thankyou," she replied. "Thankyou."
Well, that's part 1. Hope you guys liked it! Part 2 very soon.