The Caterpillar – Prologue

So, this is the prologue of a story that I’m working on right now! Honestly, I’m not so sure in which direction this idea is headed! But I wanted to put it out there for reviews and stuff! So, yea..

The moment I regained consciousness, I made sure to stay very still. I desperately tried to recall how I got myself in this situation to begin with, but all my mind seemed to register was a throbbing headache. I kept my eyes shut and tried to focus all my energy on my surroundings. I noticed that even though all my body parts were intact, my hands and feet were tied and I couldn’t move. The floor beneath me was cold and wet. As if that wasn’t enough, I’m sure there was a window slightly open somewhere behind me, as I felt the whisper of an icy breeze brush quietly against my lower back. My entire body shuddered as I shifted uncomfortably in my pitiful state. I tried to listen for any signs of movement around me, but there was only a faint sound somewhere in the distance, like a motor of some sort. The haze in my head began to clear and as my focus became sharper, it slowly began to register— the stench.

There could only be one way to describe it, whatever it was, it smelled like death or worse.

With an effort to try and locate the source of the smell, I opened my eyes slowly and came face to face with nothing. Pitch black. My heart started racing as fears of being blind and unable to see started infiltrating my thoughts. I blinked a few times and my eyes started making out shapes in the darkness, a table, a chair, and a ladder?

Ok ok… relief! I can see! I’m not blind! Now, the nasty smell!

I looked around, searching and hoping it really wasn’t a dead body or anything. Then, my eyes rested on a pair of stinky socks lying a few inches away from my head.

Great! That’s just what I needed!, I thought sarcastically.

I held my breath and scooted, or more like wiggled, away from the socks, and that was when I heard it:

A low chuckle from the corner of the room.

The fact that it was dark and I couldn’t see my surroundings very well didn’t help at all. My body tensed and I froze. Someone was in the room watching me. My heart started pounding and my mind started going crazy with thoughts about how I’m going to get raped, tortured, killed, and get dumped somewhere.

This cannot be happening to me! 

These things don’t happen to normal boring people like me! 

I’m going to die! I’m going to di—

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled me out of my panicked state. The moment a pair of shiny polished shoes came into view, I think I stopped breathing all together. The man wore a suit and from my vantage point, I could see that he was indeed, very tall. As he knelt in front of me, I got a better view of his face. The first thing I noticed was that he wore no mask to conceal his identity.

Does that mean I won’t be leaving this place alive? Is that why he’s not worried I might be able to identify him? 

He was bald and wore an earring in his left ear. He was watching me with intent concentration and then he grimaced.

Not a good sign!

He, then, slowly moved his hand into his suit jacket and from my view, I could see a holster. I gulped. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, picked up the socks, and threw the nasty things away.

To be honest, I was a bit relieved! At least the stench was gone!

“You’re finally awake. You were unconscious for a while and I was getting bored waiting for you,” he said, in a calm and collected voice.

He had a thick and heavy accent. Scandinavian, maybe? I couldn’t tell since I was horrible with accents. God! I was lame. I had a terrible feeling about this whole ordeal.

He continued, “I knew the socks would do the trick. I’m really not into torture.”

Was this guy for real? I gave him my death glare but he just smiled, with teeth and all. He had a diamond thing on one of his canines. What do you call them? Twinkle tooth piercings or something? I was momentarily stunned. Was this how criminals looked like? All polished and shiny?

I took a deep breath and said,

“w-w-who are you?” I stammered and my voice came out more like a squeak.

He laughed and said slowly,

“Oh! I think you know exactly who I am Ms. Dean! Let’s cut the crap, shall we?”

His smile faded and his eyes lost all signs of humor. His face was blank as he murmured, “Your brother ran out on me and I want my money back. So, he pays or I kill you!”

I stared up at him in horror unable to process what he just said.

An expression of pity washed over his face as he looked at me.

“It’s only fair,” he said in a calm voice devoid of all emotions.

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