prologue
Her eyes- starry as she tilted her head to the side. A state of bemusement as she started to take out her scalpel. Cupping her hand on the poor man’s cheek. Her humid breath seemed to fan the bridge of his nose. “Ready darling?“, she whispered as she tightened the ropes that had held him captive. As she turned away, she had made her way to her collection.
He couldn’t mask his eyes. No matter how hard he attempted or tried. They were the only thing breaking through his facade. For yes, he was a man. And he was one hell of a scared man. This woman- she had no bounds. He thought to himself, watching her prance out of the room.
She smiled to herself tucking her scapel into the waistband of her leggings. She glanced lovingly at the display that was cascaded in front of her- it was slowly growing. Piece by piece. Blood stains evident in some spots. Or maybe it was just rust? She wasn’t completely sure. After all how many had suffered from her hand? She asked herself, counting off from the tips of her fingers.
Straining his neck, he continued to look around in search for something that might allow him to escape. Though his hands were slightly restrained behind his back, he found that she might’ve been slightly too confident in her tying skills. Though that thought had just made him wonder with such an urge to know, at the same time to not know. Why was that? For, he could clearly see- he wasn’t the first. And he sure as hell wouldn’t be the last one to sit in this deadly chair. Though that wasn’t the only thing that seemed to bother him. Infact, there was a lot of things, considering the situation he managed to get himself in.
He wasn’t for sure if this was critical or not, but he failed tremendously to recall whom he was. For he had such a strong urge to know, though at the same time he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. What things could he have done in the past, in order to subdue him to a life like this? All this thinking must have taken some time. And just as he recalled, time was something he did not appear to have at this particular moment.
Her hands brushed across a few certain items- such as the iron maiden, scarpines, and tubs. Many options for which she could tame her needs, and there were many more. She had time, to start this collection. Time and patience, to get all this shit without being questioned. Although, her needs; they seemed to be growing stronger by the second. As she continued to observe her options- she knew the tub was most definitely out, for it was Winter, and bugs tended to not buzz around in cold temperatures. He would most likely freeze to death first.
Though- that might be a new one.
He had been feeling something new. A sense of dread. Not hope that he was to make it out alive. He knew he wasn’t going to. He just wished he had a chance to kiss his loved ones, one last time. He couldn’t remember who, where, and when was the last time he saw them. He was just certain he had a daughter. No, he couldn’t go like this. Although she hadn’t exactly come back yet. In a struggle of wits, dismay, and anger he tore at the reins that had withheld him. A snap. That snap had been more than he could’ve asked for but whether it was his bones, or what had contained him. He was fine with it.
It had withered
Just a little, but just enough.
But sadly
His time
Had
Ran
Out
heyo, so this is Korrin, and this is my first story on Inkitt- this is a short chapter because it's the prologue! But I hope you guys like it all.
