As Anna opened her eyes she realized there was nothing but darkness surrounding her. It was so cold her fingers and toes ached. “Oh my God” Anna let out a sob that echoed around her. The longer her eyes remained open the more shadowy figures she could make out. She was in a room, a small room. She was lying on what felt like a mattress on the floor. Anna squinted her eyes and tried to look for a door. Instead of finding a door she heard a creak and felt her heart drop into her stomach. The door swung open and she was blinded by light, a light so bright you would have thought she had never seen the sun before.
“Good morning beautiful”. Instinctively she tried to draw her body in on itself, praying that if she could just make herself small enough she would disappear altogether. She had never experienced fear like this in all her life. She had no idea what was about to happen to her or who the man standing in the doorway was. How was she going to get out of here if she didn’t even know where she was going?
“What do you want from me??” Her shouting pierced even her own ears.
“Get up now and follow me” his voice sent chills up and down her back. She quickly weighed her options and decided that getting out of this room was the only way to get away from him. Her legs were shaky, and she could barely walk. She somehow mustered the strength to move forward and out the door.
Once she hit the doorway his hand clenched around her wrist and she couldn’t put one foot in front of the other fast enough. By the time she regained her balance she was being forced to sit in a chair.
“Thank you Marx”.
Anna whipped her head around knowing that a second voice meant she was now outnumbered for whatever was going to happen. The second man had blonde hair and soulless, icy blue eyes.
“There are only a few things you need to know. If you run, we will find you and make whatever life you have left not worth living. 4217 Cyper St. will burn to the ground with all the occupants still in it…does that make sense to you?” Anna felt like she had been punched in the stomach and all the air seemed to leave her lungs. All she could do was nod her head.
“You will call me Karloff when you speak to me.” This was a rhetorical statement and so Anna just continued to look at him trying to figure out why she was here. She had no idea how long she had been here, but it seemed like only yesterday that she was hoping in the car with the stranger wearing the Maxwell High letter jacket. If she could have looked into the future a few years down the road she probably would have done everything humanly possible to get away.
© Ashley M. Nee 2012