Prologue
What would you do if you were taken by a stranger and held hostage in a dim, dungy, unknown place? What happened that made you so scared you weren't sure if you would see your loved ones again? What happens if you find out the person who took you is a stalker and a serial killer on the run...and you could potentially be the person's next victim? Are you the only person being kidnapped and held hostage? Can you break free? Can you safely return home and see the person arrested and jailed by police? But what happens when the person kidnapped and held hostage is a teenage girl..?
~ Narrator's POV ~
A woman in a suit with brown hair is sitting behind a desk as she prepares to go live on television.
She states professionally, with her hands folded on the news desk, "Breaking News! This is just coming to us now; a local teenage girl by the name of Charlotte Foster was recently reported missing in Kings County, New York after her parents called 911 to report that their daughter didn't return home from school. Charlotte is a high school student and was last seen by her bus driver and classmates when she was dropped off. Her parents state that Charlotte always stood by a large tree nearby to wait for her younger sister, Luna Foster, to get off the elementary school bus. When Luna ran home crying, saying that her sister wasn't there, her parents knew something was wrong. Charlotte is a sixteen-year-old girl with blonde hair and blue eyes and was last seen yesterday wearing a pink jacket, a black 'Supernatural' TV show t-shirt with blue skinny jeans and tennis shoes. Anyone that has seen this missing teen or knows anything is asked to call the Kings County police to help this teen return home to her parents."
~ Meanwhile ~
Outside of a rural neighborhood in east New York on a gray cloudy day laid a two-story old-looking farmhouse with five acres of land that was left to Michael Douglas, a thirty-year-old skinny white male with short black hair and black eyes that, if you stared hard enough into them, you could see right into his soul. This farmhouse was rigid and run down; the once piercing gorgeous oak wood turned dark and beige, and most boards in the house creaked when you walked. An old 1950s truck sat in front of the farmhouse for years, and the grass stayed dead, and there was nothing but green land surrounding the five acres with huge old trees here and there. Surrounding the land was the nearby woods and the nearest neighbor was at least a mile away, perfect for no one to hear anything if necessary. This is why Michael got joy from this that was left to him by his abusive alcoholic father, as his mother died when he was a baby.
He knew this place had been in his family since it belonged to his grandfather and is frankly the only thing of his father's he decided to keep. At first, Michael thought of attending to it, using his inheritance to fix it up and make it more livable to sell it. But later on, he decided that he had other plans in mind that would be perfect for this house. See, what no one knew other than him and his dead father was that there was a bunker shelter hidden within these five acres. It wasn't used for many years, and initially, Michael had no intention of using it at all. This wasn't your ordinary shelter, but it was a whole mini home built underground. Maybe it was from his grandfather, who knows, as his father never told Michael where this underground bunker came from. Originally, Michael had no use for it until he did something unspeakable and unimaginable to most people that he got a thrill from. After the first time, he got such a rush that made him feel satisfied in the most insane way possible.
This made Michael become a serial killer who consistently changes his identity so he won't get caught. Right now, he has a new victim and is getting joy and satisfaction from messing with her in more ways than one. He's keeping her within the hidden bunker in one of the metal in-closed rooms. He has her chained up at her ankles, but the chains are old-fashioned and rusted but long enough for her to move around. He led her chained to the bottom of the old bed with a stained mattress that was semi-comfortable to rest on. The room was metal all around with nothing on the walls; besides the bed was an old wooden dresser with her bookbag on the floor, along with a small table and an old television for entertainment. He didn't want to hurt her on purpose...yet...but he did get pure psychotic satisfaction from it. He wanted to make sure the girl was comfortable so she wouldn't scream, even though no one would hear her but Michael himself.
Michael unlocked and opened the large, heavy door and stood in the doorway. He was hesitant at first to give her a television but quickly realized it would keep her quiet and entertained. The girl looked afraid as the sound of something on television was heard at low volume, and again didn't eat anything, not even breakfast. She knew she was hungry and needed to eat, but she didn't trust him feeding her food for the sake of pure fear. She sat on the floor as she breathed heavily, watching the creepy man slowly walk closer and closer to her. She was afraid. At this point, she didn't even know how long she'd been here, but it seemed like days. She wanted to go home. She flinched, thinking he would physically hurt her again, but instead simply grabbed the full tray of breakfast she didn't touch. She sighed with relief for a spare moment as she watched him cautiously to be aware of his movements.
He bent down, lightly grabbing her chin as he whispered, "What an interesting soul you are..."
"Why didn't you eat again? You need to eat something to maintain your strength," he said softly, standing back up and letting go of her chin.
He stared at her for a brief moment as she responded, "I told you before I won't touch anything you try to feed me. For all I know, you could be poisoning me to slowly kill me."
They stared at each other, not bothering to say a word for a minute. She didn't dare to say much but was getting tired of the way he was treating her. She was afraid to say or do anything for fear that she would only get punished for it in return. But as of right now, she had it with the way he was treated her. She witnessed his facial expression and mood completely change from cruel and cool to evil and full of anger in a split second, as if the devil himself had a soft side for her but turned evil as quickly as he turned soft. In one swift motion, Michael got up close to her and forcefully held her off the ground by her throat as she dangled in the air. Tears were streaming down her face as she was terrified, looking into this man's dark eyes. She lightly gasped for air as she struggled with her hands to free his grasp and even tried to wiggle her way out, but it was no use.
"Why don't you just kill me already," she managed to ask, "Why keep me alive?!"
"I don't want to hurt you just yet," he muttered as he took a piece of her blonde hair, placing it behind her ear with his free hand as she flinched. She hated the way he touched her as she was already traumatized, seeing the same images of him inappropriately touching her every time she closed her eyes.
"Just kill me, please," she muttered as he felt her gulp nervously.
He looked dead into her eyes for a spare moment and got to the side of her neck as she felt him breathing and sniffing her scent like a vampire, continuing to flinch and gasp in horror.
He whispered in her ear for a moment before looking at her, "I'm only going to say this once. You'll learn to do as I say; if you don't, you'll be punished. In the most gruesome way possible, as you've already started to have. If you do what I say, you'll be rewarded like getting a television for entertainment."
"Why won't you leave me the fuck alone and let me go, you bastard," she shouted in sudden anger.
"Don't give me that back talk, you little bitch!"
He gripped her throat even tighter as he used his other free hand to grab her hair. She struggled to breathe and tried to break free in any way she could. She could feel her throat tightening and closing in. She pleaded softly to be let go, apologizing, but he stared into her eyes in a way that frightened her even more. In a matter of seconds, she could be dead. But to her surprise, within a few seconds, he forcefully let her go, and she collapsed onto the ground, coughing in relief. Silence filled the room except for the sound of her coughing to catch her breath. She tried to crawl back away from him but couldn't as she felt her back hit the wall. Her breathing picked up as she grabbed and held her legs against her chest, looking up terrifyingly at the man she desperately wanted to get away from. He stood only a few feet away from her.
"What do you want with me?" she asked, crying out, "Why won't you leave me alone and let me go?!"
Not answering her, he instead walked and closed the few feet gap between them as she terrifyingly watched him coming to her. She watched him and eyed a possible escape from the corner of her eye, but it was risky. She knew she had to try to escape. Seeing an escape with the slightly open her, she ran past him as fast she could, but he immediately turned and grabbed her by her hair. She screamed and yelled for her to be let go. He struck her in the back of the head; WHAM! The next thing she knew, she was out like a light as he grinned and chained her back up to make sure she couldn't escape. With an evil smirk on his face, he left the room, locking the metal door behind him, leaving the girl chained and unconscious.
