The Stapler
It was pitch black due to the blindfold obstructing his vision. His hands were chained to the wall for quite a while, causing them to feel numb. The echoes caused by the chains indicated that the room was probably empty. His mind kept making scenarios of what might come. None of those scenarios were positive.
He was casually walking in the park before this. Before he knew it, he felt an arm twisting around his waist. Before he could react or scream for help, he felt a hand cover his mouth.
“MMH! MMMH!” Was all he could manage, but to no avail. Not a single soul was around to help, and he was kidnapped.
The room smelled like blood, which probably meant his captor had done this before. Tick tock went the clock. He couldn’t check the time, but he knew it was 11:03 P.M. before the kidnapping. Suddenly, he heard footsteps rapidly approaching the room.
Please don’t kill me. He thought to himself. The steps stopped, and the sound of jingling keys immediately came to replace it. The door finally opens.
“My, my, what have we here?” Said a voice. A… girl?
“Mmmh, mmh!” He tried to yell, but it was no use, his mouth was taped shut.
“Haha.. alright, I’ll take the tape off.” She decided. She then proceeded to aggressively pull the tape off. After that, she then proceeded to take his blindfold off.
“OW!” He winced in pain. She chuckled in return. Was this some kind of joke to her? He tried to take advantage of the situation, and screamed, holding on to the sliver of hope that someone, anyone, could come to his rescue.
She laughed hysterically, “Nobody’s going to hear you, silly. The walls are soundproof.”
“Why did you kidnap me?” He asked, it was a rather stupid question, but it might stall her.
“For fun? Obviously. Now, let’s begin the torture, shall we?” She said, grinning from ear to ear excitedly. She grabbed a sharp silver weapon with a black handle in the bottom, a knife, and before he could react, he felt the cold sharp metal twisting inside of him.
As she twisted it more and more, he slowly felt the crimson red blood trickle down his flesh. She laughed at his blood-curdling screams of pain and agony. His vision slowly began to blur due to the heavy blood loss. She had something else in her hands now. He couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it appeared to be a stapler…? What was she going to do with that?
He kept screaming in hopes that the soundproof walls were merely a bluff.
“Stop whining.” She ordered. He didn’t stop. In anger, she took out her stapler, and stapled his mouth shut.
“MMMH!” He yelled, his eyes flooding with tears from the pain.
“You’re very stubborn.” She remarked. She stapled both his eyelids shut, and resumed stabbing him in several places. She was careful not to kill him so she can use him as her little ragdoll. Forever.
