The Last Laugh

I try to wipe my forehead, I'm desperate to move my hair from my eyes, but my hands are tightly bound, there's a cord that runs from my wrists and ends tightly tied around my ankles.

The last I can remember is erm..erm let me think. That's it, I was on my way home from a girls night out, celebrating my best mates birthday. It wasn't that late, a little after twelve. We had said our goodbyes, shared a laugh about the geek that had tried to chat us up, it was so funny. Hugging, I turned to her and waved for the last time. I made my way a little further down the well lit street. I'd only got a short way to go, done it many times before, five doors away that was it just five doors. Then THUD! I found myself waking up with a massive headache.

F**k, the back of my head really hurts. I'm not sure where I am, it's so dark and cold and the smell..the smell is so putrid..to be honest it smells like rotting flesh, mixed with a choking moldy hum,  it makes me gag. I keep trying not to breathe through my nose...but this smell is one you can taste. Oh, god...I'm so scared.

It's just so dark in here, I can't see anything apart from a single ray of light that is filtering in through what looks like a poorly boarded up window. It doesn't give off enough light to get my bearings..it just lets me know that the world is out there and I am stuck in this hell hole, alone. I'm not even sure how long I've been down here. I want to scream but I daren't, shout for help...but the fear stops me. The fear of not knowing. Then I hear it again the dragging noises that come from above me. I can hear talking now, crying, a scream, a shrill high pitched piercing scream. I want to put my hands to my ears...drown out the noise...there it is again. It's blood curdling...

I can feel my heart pounding against my chest trying to escape the terror. I try to move again it's impossible. I can feel my body shake as my heart pounds, thuds even harder, tears start to well and roll down my cheeks. I scream to myself inside my head. Why...why me? As I hear the thud, thud, thud from heavy boots hitting wooden steps. There's a flash of light, I see a figure standing above me, he strokes the side of my face...he seems so caring, I don't understand.

"It's such a shame it has to come to this," he whispers.

"You are such a pretty little thing, but you shouldn't have laughed at my son."

Again he strokes my face, as he leans over me his voice takes on a more menacing tone.

"You will pay for humiliating him. Did you hear your friends screams?"

I try to answer but I can't - it's just muffled sounds spinning in my head. Again the darkness closes in as he replaces the coffin lid. He walks away thud, thud, thud up the wooden steps laughing...

Author's Note

Just dabbling, all comments appreciated

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Hell this is dark and very disturbing, a real change from your usual C, what have I told you about staying out late drinking lol. You have a flair and a real feel for this genre and as your AP hubby I demand more twisted tales especially if they contain bondage like this one ^^. keep em' coming

[lee von cleef]

work out a jig, a patten, broad enough that the reader doesn't notice, but where you cover the character development, and interaction. example , who how what where when why, sound smell taste feel sight ,Use them to move your story but not so much that it drags.