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The dark cloud-covered sky of London cried that night, like most nights. And I felt it. Her tears watering the empty streets. I heard the pitter patter of the rain. I felt all of it. Against my skin. The only calm I felt as the man dragged my nearly unconscious body into the back of the car. The rough road scraping my skin. I bet the man left quite a significant trail of my blood and rain water.
My head was pounding. Like my head was crushed by bricks. Maybe it has. LIghtheaded. I’m losing consciousness. Breathe. Don’t panic. Let go.
***
“-up,” it was a woman’s voice. She sounded far away.
Toes? No. Fingertips? No. Eyes? No.
“Wake. Up,” again, it was the same woman’s voice.
Clean and articulate. It was only two words and yet I somehow, I know. This is a woman that would kill me in a heartbeat. So why hasn’t she? She wants me to wake up but how can I? I cannot feel my body. Conscious mind with an unconscious body. Is my body unconscious or am I detached? Why can’t I feel my body?
Breathe in. My lungs expanded. I can breathe. Check again. Toes? No. Fingertips? Yes. Move up. Wrist? Yes. Rope. The rough texture of polyester rope against my skin. It was tight. Toes? Yes. Move up again. Ankles? Yes. Rope. The same texture of polyester tied around my wrist.
I’m lying down. I feel gravity pulling me sideways. I’m lying on my right arm. Probably better for my heart. Was that intentional? I thought.
Then I felt it. Heat. Not a burning heat, no. A warmth that seemed to engulf me like a hug. Breathe in again, deeply. The scent of blood and roses filled my nose.
“Wake up,” she whispered into my ear. Her voice was like honey and fire. The sweetest violence.
I forced my eyes open. It was dark. Was it still night time? Or has the sun risen and I am just in the dark… room? The floor is carpeted. Why had I not noticed? The woman pulled away from my side. She was standing behind me, and I couldn’t see her face. Or her actions. Who is she?
“Glad to see you’re awake, princess,” she snickered. Sarcasm dripping from her lips like venom. She pulled me back. My back, flat against the carpeted floor, with my wrist tied in front of me.
“What do you-” I opened my mouth in an attempt to speak. Cloth. She stuffed cloth into my mouth.
“Oops,” she chuckled. “You shouldn't speak with your mouth full.”
“Let me go!-” in vain, I tried to scream. I wiggled my hands and legs in an attempt to get free from the binds.
She straddled me. Feeling the weight of her on me, I struggled harder.
“Get off!” I tried to scream. But it was in vain.
She pushes more of her weight down, and grabs my bound wrists with her right hand. She pushes my wrist up above my head.
“Get!-”I started. Then there was a knife on my throat. I shut my eyes.
“Will you stop fucking shouting?” Gone was the coolness and affirmativeness of her voice. Replaced by the voice of an annoyed girl.
I tried to speak once more. Without screaming.
“If I take it out, will you stop shouting? Nod for yes.” I nodded, eyes still closed. I was too afraid to look at her.
“Okay,” she said, exasperatedly. She removed her knife from my throat and slid it in her… knife pocket? Sheath. Knife sheath.
“I’m gonna take it out now,” she said. Her body pressed against mine.
Getting a firm grasp on my tied wrists. She wants to make sure I can’t escape. She takes the cloth out of my mouth.
“You can open your eyes now, princess,” she urged. “Go on, I don’t bite.”
I slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was her eyes. The golden irises that plagued so many of my dreams. But the rest of her face, Covered in a black cloth. Her hair was braided. Single tail. She had blood on her forehead. Though I highly doubt it’s mine.
“W-who are you?” my voice cracked as I spoke. My throat was dry and sore.
She let go of my wrist and sat up. Still straddling me, and looking down at me. I pulled my wrist down and onto my chest.
“Come on princess, you know who I am.” She says. I could feel the smirk she had under that black cloth. It was annoying. Here I am, possibly about to get murdered by a pretty girl, and my main emotion is annoyance. Kudos, psychopath.
“No, I don’t,” I stated.
She took out her knife again. It was a karambit. Pure black, with a single diamond right above the base of the knife. That is a pretty knife.
“Fine she said”, and plunged the knife to my chest.
I closed my eyes and flinched, bracing myself for the pain of getting stabbed. But it never happened. I opened my eyes. She was still looking at me, holding onto her knife. Her knife that’s in the rope that bound my wrist. I looked back up at her. My heart was beating quicker than ever before.
“You, my dear, are a drama queen.” She said as she cut through the rope.
“What?” I asked, confused. Why is she cutting the rope?
“A drama queen? You know… Over dramatic people,” she said as she moved over to cut the rope around my ankle.
“I know what a drama queen is, but wh-” I started to say. She cut me off.
“Good. The memory wipe didn’t make you stupid.” She’s done cutting the rope on my ankle now. She stood up and brushed the dust off of her clothes.
Memory wipe? What the hell is she talking about?
“Get up, princess. We gotta go.” She’s walking towards the window. That wasn’t there before. Was it?
I scrambled after the woman as she lifted the window seal up. She looked down. “We should have enough speed.”
As I reached her I asked. “Enough speed for what?”
“Oh good you’re here,” she moved back from the window. “Look out, what do you see?” she asked.
I poked my head through the big window. My hand gripping the window seal tightly. We are approximately 40 stories up.
“Quite a nice view.” I stated.
“Good,” she laughed. “Concentrate on that.”
She pulled me back from the ledge and pulled me against her body. What the fuck is she doing? Concentrate on the view? Why?
We were face to face. Her eyes looked down to my lips and back to my eyes.
“Lets go.” And she jumped out the window, pulling me along with her.
***
I screamed bloody murder. This woman is fucking crazy. We are going to die.
“Shut up!” She shouted at me.
I screamed louder.
We were close to the ground now. I’m going to die. This is it. I’m going to die. My brain is going to be scattered across a pavement.
5…
“Come on,” she said.
4…
“Come on come on come on.”
3…
“Okay get ready!” She shouted at me.
2…
1…
A blinding flash of light filled my vision. And then darkness.
***
Darkness and… a pillow?
“Whoa that was close.” It was the woman’s voice.
Toes? Yes. Fingers? Yes. Eyes? Open. I was face to face with the woman.
“You can let go now,” she said.
I tightened my grip around her, too confused to do much of anything else. A sob shook through my body. She was still holding onto me.
“Hey, it’s okay, princess. We’re safe.” She said, stroking my hair. “You’re safe.”
The end