I awoke with a sharp jolt, sending pins and needles down my cold back. I sat up, eyes closed and unwilling to face the bright, fly-ridden lamp that hung above my head. I didn’t belong here.
I slowly adjusted to my surroundings, soon able to open my eyes. I was in the back of a van, and from what I could see, the driver didn’t look like he took shit from anyone. He was both a tub of lard and a box of muscle, piling on mass in the worst two ways. His salt-pepper hair was buzzed close to his shiny, near balding scalp, and his eyes were a cold shade of blue. I wanted to spew a smart-ass comment, ask why I’m here, or try to tell him off, but his demeanor was more than unsettling. I mean, what do you say to a guy that looks like he could rip you to shreds? Afterall, I didn’t fall asleep with these bruises, he must’ve been a bit rough when carrying me out to his vehicle. On top of that, he had the audacity to pick me up while I was only in my underwear. Regardless, I was more fearful than upset at the idea of him dragging me out here indecently, mostly worried of what was to come. What was this sadist’s intent? Rape, murder, cannibalism, all three? What tortures await me in his catastrophic residence? Crude sex toys? Piles of corpses amongst the rubble and filth that accurately depicts his twisted, grimy soul? Once again, I dare not ask, for I knew I would either be met without an answer, or with incomprehensible rage.
We soon arrived, not to a living residence, but rather an industrial, boxy building with few windows. The surrounding scenery was miles of uncharted, vacant forest with leaves and branches entangling together to create an umbrella dark enough to create the illusion of night even on a cloudless evening such as this one. The car stopped abruptly, and gestured me to come forward. I soon realized that I was shaking, either from cold or fear. Once I reached the front of the van, I was able to see that his eyes seemed to hold no malicious intent. There was neither fiery rage or smoldering lust behind them. He only seemed authoritative, yet cold and distant.
“Get out, kid, we don’t have much time. The meeting is in three minutes.”
“Yes sir,” I answered, hopping out of the vehicle. We walked to the building in silence. I was met with a sick sense of dread I hadn’t noticed before, killing my ability to fully appreciate the beautiful and tranquil scenery. I almost hoped I’d be here again so I could soak in the comfort I could potentially feel, if not for my anxiety. I was met with a toxic smell once the man opened the twin metal doors. I nearly wretched at the stench of what I assumed to be bleach and citrus cleaning fluid that did little to cover up old piss stains. I’d piss myself too if I was awake enough to fully comprehend the situation. It was all happening so fast, I couldn’t be sure if reality could truly be this unnerving. The first room was metallic and cold like the back of the van, with walls you’d expect to see in a mental hospital. The cement floor was forever cursed with waste and stains I couldn’t identify that could never quite come out. In the back right corner of the room was another door, not unlike the first two, with cheap old wrapping paper covering up whatever horrors lie inside. I hesitantly stepped further, picking up my pace after several irritated prompts.
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