In the Shadows

I woke up with a jolt, someone was grabbing my foot. I didn’t see anything except for darkness and they were dragging me down a flight of stairs. Pain shot through my entire body and the pain only made me more aware. At last, we reached the end of the stairs. The person carried me, tied me up with rope, put me in a chair, and duck taped my mouth shut. “Stay put.” A rough and growly voice says. Where was I going to go? My back was in so much pain and my head was pounding like crazy! Being tied in rope didn’t help my situation. After a while, they returned. While waiting, my eyes had adjusted to the dark. It looked like they were holding a briefcase. “While I was gone, I was thinking about what torture methods I should use on you and/or how I could kill you. I wouldn’t want to kill you with cyanide because that would kill you too quickly and what’s the fun in that? I also would want to kill you with isopropyl alcohol because then you would be dying slowly and I wouldn’t enjoy that as much. What do you think?” I glared at him. “Right, you can’t talk. I guess I’ll just start cutting off your thumb.” He turned on the lights but I couldn’t get a good look at him. He opened the briefcase and it contained things that looked like surgery tools. That wasn’t the only thing I saw when he turned on the lights. I saw bodies on the floor. He realized that I saw the bodies. “I thought you’d get lonely so I brought some company. They’re a little shy.” He chucked. He took out a scalpel from the briefcase and walked over to me. When he started to cut my thumb, I felt this gnawing pain. When he reached my bone, he couldn’t cut through with the scalpel. I thought he was going to just use a different tool but instead, he bit my finger off! I cried out as blood was streaming out of my finger and it seemed to never stop. My finger fell to the ground and he picked it up. Do you want to know what he did? He started to suck on my finger like it was a lollipop. Then he ate my finger down to the bone like it was a chicken wing from KFC. The way the flesh ripped off my thumb was like peeling wrapping paper. After he was done eating my finger, he got on his knees, grabbed my hand, and started sucking the blood pouring out of where my thumb used to be. He had this crazed look of satisfaction on his face. I will never forget his smile. After torturing me for a good hour, he stops and pours a bucket of cold water on my head. For the first time, I realized that no one was there. I was the only one in the room.