Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

Chapter 6
I tried to run, to get a better look, my feet slipped out from underneath me and I hit the ground. 
I woke up, I was all alone. I was in a room, no bigger than a closet. The walls were painted black. “Where am I?” I shouted. “Please help me, please, someone,” I pleaded. Then I remembered, Holly. I saw her, she was standing clear as day at the end of the hall. “Where's Holly,” I shouted. 
 “Stand up, fix your face, fix your dress, look presentable,” said the voice in the speaker. I stood up, straightened my hair, fixed my face, and my dress. In hopes that if I behaved they would let me go back and see Holly.
Suddenly, one of the black walls lifted, revealing a mirror. I see my reflection, maybe I needed to see myself so I could fix myself up a bit. So I leaned in closer, examining my makeup, making sure it was still in tact. 
  “Turn to your left,” said the man in the speaker.
I paused for a moment, feeling confused, then I turned to my left. 
“Turn around and face the wall behind you,”
I was frightened, so I turned. 
“face the mirror please,”
I turned and faced the mirror. I can feel my body trembling, I don't know what was happening. 
“Slip off your shoes,”
I took them off, a little relieved because my feet were killing me.
“Slip off the dress,”
“Wait, what? I certainly will not!” I shouted to camera. 
At first it was subtle, and when I still didn't listen, the shock ripped through my body, sending me to me knees. I lay on the floor, tears and snot covered my face, he yelled for me to get up. So I did.
“Remove the dress,” he barked.
I took a deep breath, and slipped out of the dress. I was standing there, facing the mirror in nothing but my panties, I don’t understand, why am I staring at myself in the mirror? Was it for his pleasure? I thought to myself. Then it dawned on me, it’s a two way mirror. I started to scream and began banging on the glass. The collar went off again and I fell to the floor, this time, the diamond necklace I was wearing fell off and hit the floor. I had burn marks where it once sat on my neck. I looked up as the black painted wall slipped down over the mirror, I was relieved it was over. I just wanted to go back and see Holly. Or, was that a dream? I am losing my mind, it couldn’t have been Holly, I saw her in the bathtub, in those pictures. She was dead, and Brad killed her. 
After the wall came down, I just sat there, on the floor in this dark closet. What now, they can’t just leave me here, or can they? I started sobbing, this was it, this was the end. I misbehaved so they were going to kill me. 
I heard a hissing sound coming from above, I looked up and noticed a cloud of smoke filling the tiny black room, it burns so bad, I grabbed my dress and put it over my face to block the fumes, it was too late. My head begin to spin, I slipped down and hit the floor, and I drifted off.
I woke up in a white room on a big bed with white sheets, there were no  windows, there was one door to my left. I tried to get up, but my hands were tied to the bed. I looked down to see my naked body. This felt like a bad dream, I felt light headed and weak, it had to be a dream. I heard the doorknob rattle and I tensed up. I was naked, with nothing to cover myself up with. I tried tugging and my wrists in hopes to loosen the straps, it was no use. The door flung open, there was a man standing there wearing a black silk robe. He looked older than my father, he smiled revealing a gold tooth. 
“No, no please, go away, please,” I pleaded. He continued to walk closer to me. He had long black hair, slicked back into a ponytail, his chest hair was a mix of black and gray. He stood about 5’10, with a big pot belly. On his left hand he had a big gold pinky ring, and a gold chain around his wrist. In his right hand, he carried a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He kicked the door closed behind him, then hit a button next to the door that raised the wall in front of me, behind it, was a mirror. The same kind of mirror from the other room. What in the hell was going on? I began to cry, kick and scream. “Leave me alone,” I yelled. 
The man in the black robe just smiled, he walked to the side of the bed where there was a small table. He sat down the bottle and the two glasses and proceeded to fill the two glasses. The entire time he kept looking at me and licking his lips. He picked up one of the glasses and downed it, then he grabbed the other glass, held it up to the mirror, and said “Cheers.” He turned around to face me, I started to panic, I screamed and kicked, yelling at him to stay away. He walked over to the table, set the glass down and slipped off his robe. I turned my head and closed my eyes and tears streamed down my face. 
I screamed again when I felt his grip on my ankle. I opened my eyes to see this naked, hairy, pot belly man, put my ankle in the strap that was hooked to the bedpost, then he came around and grabbed my other ankle and did the same. I continued to scream at him, begging him to leave me alone, but that just seemed to excite him even more. He walked back over to the table and grabbed the glass, then walked over to the bed. He took a small sip and just stood there staring at me. Then, a buzzer rang, and he jumped up on the bed and looked over at the mirror, as if waiting for something. 
“They want you to pour the champagne on her chest and lick it off,” the man in the speaker said.
“What? No, leave me alone you fat fuck,” I yelled then spit at him. He let out a little chuckle and poured the cold drink on my chest. He straddled his naked body over me and bent down to lick it off, I just stared up at the ceiling and cried. This man smelled of liquor and B.O. and I wanted to throw up. I felt his hot tongue move up to my breasts, “I fucking hate you,” I yelled, feeling angry now. 
“They are requesting for you to be a little rough with the subject,” said the man in the speaker.
I closed my eyes when suddenly I felt his hand slap me, my head flew to the side and I could taste the blood in my mouth. 
This entire horrific event went on for hours, this man raped me, while “they” watched and sent their requests. I felt broken and defeated as I layed, still bound to the bed, and cried. The once white sheets were now soaked in blood and other bodily fluids I would rather forget. 
The room went dark, I couldn’t see anything, but I felt someone close to me, then a little prick in my arm, and then it all went black.
“Gretchen, wake up, please, Gretch,” 
My head, it was pounding, I didn’t want to open my eyes. I know I was dreaming, I can hear Holly as if she was right next to me, calling for me to wake up. I felt her hand on my arm, “Gretchen, sweetie, wake up please,” I kept hearing her, slowly, I opened my eyes. 
“Holly, I’m so sorry Holly, he killed you, I didn’t stop him,” I cried feeling a little uneasy. My stomach started to turn, I think I am going to be sick. I sat up fast, and leaned over the side of my bed and hurled. When I was finished I sat up, and there she was. Sitting next to me, holding my hair. “Am I dead too,” I asked. 
“What? No silly, nobody is dead, we are all here,” Holly said,
I rubbed my eyes and reached my hand out to touch her, still not believing what I was seeing. She felt so real, I looked into her eyes and reached up to touch her face. “Holly, is that you?’ I asked. 
“Yes it’s me, are you okay sweetie?” She asked. I looked over to her, tears were welling up in my eyes. “Oh my god, Holly it’s you, but wait, I saw pictures, you were in the bathtub and there was blood everywhere. Brad killed you,”
“What? You thought I killed Holly?” Brad said. He had been standing at the door. 
“Who did you kill then? Who did you feed me?” I cried. 
“Gretch, that was a dog, they made me do it,” he said.
“What about the pictures? I saw you standing over her in the bathtub,?” I asked while searching under my pillow for the photos. I had to show Holly, she had to believe me. Brad killed her.
I pulled out the envelope and handed it to Holly. “It’s all there, Holly, he killed you,” 
“Sweetie, nobody killed me, I am right here, it’s me,” Holly said trying to calm me down. Nothing was making any sense anymore. “Just look at the pictures please,” I snapped.
Holly pulled the pictures out of the envelope. Her hands began to shake, “What the fuck,” Brad said snatching the picture from Holly. The look on her face said it all, I wasn’t crazy, that was her in those photos. 
“Holly, that is you, but that guy is not me, how did you even think that was me?” Brad asked.
“I don’t know, I just saw the back of the guy, I was more focused on Holly,” 
Brad and I looked over to Holly, she was sitting on the bed staring at the photos. I can see it in her face, she knew what these were. “Holly, are you ok?” I asked.
She took a deep breath, tossed the photo, and stood up. “I’m fine, I don’t want to talk about it,” She said and then walked out the door. Just then, the alarm sounded. Brad who was still dressed in a tuxedo ran back to his room, nearly bumping into Holly who was running back. As soon as we were all in our rooms, the alarm stopped. Holly and I huddled together on the bed, afraid of what was going to happen next when we heard Brad call out. Holly jumped up and ran to the door, paused for a moment, plugged her ears and ran to Brad’s room. 
I stood in the doorway with my ears covered waiting for the alarm to sound, but it never did. Instead I heard Holly scream, then I ran to check on her, what the fuck is going on, I thought.