Chapter Three

 

Waking up was the hardest thing Samantha had to do. She was too afraid to open her eyes, too scared to know where she was, but not knowing was just as bad.

Her eyelids fluttered nervously, catching a little light. With her eyes still closed, her other senses sharpened. She heard a steady breathing nearby and words spoken in murmur. Her nose caught a sweet, musky aroma. Samantha breathed through her nose, but couldn’t connect that scent to anything, though she knew she has smelled it before. Another scent hit her nose. This time it was tangy and sharp. It was the smell of blood, and Samantha tasted it in her mouth. She didn’t dare to spit it out, too afraid to arouse others in that room. With her mind foggy, she couldn’t remember what happened. She remembered talking with Vincent, and then … a big blank. She didn’t even know if she was alive. Maybe this is what hell feels like? She thought to herself, as tears formed in her eyes. Not knowing what to do, not knowing where she was, not knowing anything. This was so unlike Samantha. She was always the control freak, always on time, always knew what was going on. But there, she had no control. Lying there, motionless, with her limbs twisted, her bones aching and her hand tied to something, she knew that the end was coming near. Her head, filled with gruesome images of what might happen next or of what might have already happened without her knowledge. Stop it! She said to herself. This is no place to panic, if anything I should be thinking of ways of getting out of here. And she thought. Hard. She thought about all the horror movies she saw. Think hard, think hard! How did they escape all those psychos? They didn’t. Yes, they did. They usually would open their eyes. Well, what if they are watchin me right now? Either way, you’ll have to open your eyes sooner or later…  The quiet fight she had in her brain laster a while. Finally, she decided on opening her eyes. Just a bit, so she could see her ambiance. She exhaled deeply, and started counting down from 10. When she got to one, she chickened out. Samantha cursed herself silently, and this time without the countdown, opened her eyes a little. The room was dark, the only light coming from the chandeliers hanging above her head. Her placement on the floor didn’t give her a great observatory point, but she saw that there were two other people with her in that room. Across from her, their backs towards Samantha, she couldn’t tell what they were doing. It looked like they were talking urgently about something… or someone, Samantha guessed. She tried turning her head a little to glimpse more of the room, but a sharp pain at her temple stopped her. She sucked in air, trying not to make any noise, and laid her head back on the dirty, dark-tiled floor. She laid there, as still as she ever, with one eye open, watching them to see if they noticed that she’s awake. No movement, no change. They didn’t notice. Sam opened her eyes wider, trying not to move her head, she looked down her body. Her clothes were thorn, but she was thankful that at least she was dressed. She tried moving both of her legs and arms, to see if nothing’s broken. She sighed of relief when everything was alright, just a little sore. Samantha moved her head to one side, bracing the pain, and noticed that every window had dark, heavy curtains over it. The whole room was huge, and reminded Sam of a ballroom or some chamber in a castle. She lifted her head up, and noticed that she had shackle around her left hand. She examined the shackle a little closer, and noticed that it’s probably made from iron. She also saw a little keyhole on the other side of it, but there was no way that she could start messing around with it right now, in front of them. She dropped her hand quietly, and twisted her head to the other side. To her surprise, she saw a distant light. At first, she thought that it was the door, but a second look told her that they were candles. Tons of candles standing on some sort of table. An altar, maybe? Samantha looked at it a moment longer, and then it hit her. She knew perfectly well where she was. She was at a church. Empty, full of dust, probably unused church without pews. Samantha tried her best to remember all the churches that were in her town, but all of them were still used. Well, they probably drove me to some other town, she thought. One other fact that couldn’t escape from her head was that there was no cross in that place. She looked around as far as she could, and couldn’t find anything besides the altar that represented that it was once a church. She breathed in that musky air, and started looking for doors, any way to escape. There was one door next to them, but it looked like it only leads to another room, not the outsides. She continued looking, not being able to find any other doors. The church was so big that they were out of her sight. She looked up at the window, and notices the heavy bars. No way was she going to get out through those. While looking up, something else caught her eye. The high ceiling had some biblical painting on it. At least it did once. Now, most of them were covered with red and black paint, only few drawings visible at the sides. Goose bumps formed on Sam’s arms. There was something so ominous about that place, once a house of worship, now just a ruined place. Sam never was a religious person, she didn’t go to church, she rarely prayed, but at least she had respect for every religion, unlike the people who ruined that church. Looking up, her panic and tears came back. She had no idea what kind of people could ruin a place like that, what kind of people could take an innocent girl and lock her up? Few tears strolled down her cheeks, and fell down onto the dirty floor, leaving clean spots. Samantha felt the need to pray. She didn’t know if it really works, if anyone listens up there, but she just needed some sort of comfort. Without knowing the proper words, or phrases, she just repeated in her head Please don’t let them hurt me, having faith that all hope is not gone.

 

“NO!” a loud scream interrupted her silent prayer.

 

Samantha quickly put her head down and closed her eyes. She waited for someone to come over and end her life, but nothing happened. She didn’t dare to move, waiting and knowing that something will happen soon. She felt the air shifting around her, and heard footsteps coming in her direction. Her body tensed up, and a drop of cold sweat traveled down her back. She felt someone kick her leg lightly with a foot, as if to see if she was awake, or alive.

 

“She doesn’t respond.” One of the voices said quietly.

 

“Just give her some time” said the other.

 

Samantha heard footsteps again, this time coming away from her. A quiet exchange of words, and someone was coming back to her. She heard something slide on the floor, and could smell faint aroma of bread. The footsteps went back again, leaving Samantha confused. She didn’t know why they wanted to feed her. Why not just kill me? She thought. She laid there for few more minutes, trying hard to resist the urge to sit down and start eating. She was listening intensely to see if the other people went away, or if they were still in that room with her. Samantha couldn’t her anything besides her breath. The fact that there was food next to her was overpowering to Sam. She opened her eyes slowly, thinking only about that food next to her. When she opened her eyes, she was confused. Instead of seeing the darkness of the church, she saw a very blue color. She was so disoriented that it took her a while to figure out that she was staring straight at someone’s eyes.

 

“Well, well, our Sleeping Beauty finally woke up” the guy spoke up.

Author's Note

This is kinda short. I guess my laziness is getting the best out of me. And some of the description was plain stupid. So yeah...

Reviews

[Frances O'Neill]

At the end there, I thought she woke to the sound of one of her parents, and that everything else

was all a bad dream. can't wait for the next part!

[Tiffany]

One thing good detail. Short yes, but wat eve! Lets go back to my origal person and not some critque!



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!( that felt good) Again u amaze me! Sooo, mysteriuos and odd. The end! Omg! (gooooose bumps there) Thanks amilloin for posting chapter three! U made my day!