( short story: Becca’s perspective)
The rag stunk of a pungent smelling chemical as it was held over my nose and mouth. I struggled clawing at the hand that was holding the cloth managing to scratch off some skin. The man gritted his teeth the sound of them scraping together made me wince. His hand was big and his sweat from his hand mixed with the horrible smell of the chemical. My legs began to wobble; they felt like jelly as my sight began to fade. Before I had time to process what was happening, everything went black and I felt myself collapse.
When I finally came to, I had some thin material that I could barely see through covered my eyes. The room or whatever space I was in smelt damp, old and rotten like someone had left a rotten egg in their room. When I tried to move, something cold touched my skin making the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand up. It felt like steel, my hands were bound together so I figured they were tied to a steel pole or chair. Then I froze, I could hear the dripping sound of water but then it was interrupted by heavy, slow footsteps. My heart nearly stopped in my chest, was it Riley, no the steps were too heavy for Riley.
I didn’t know why I was in this situation; it was a normal day like no other. Riley and I got ready to go party at the new club in Melbourne. We lived close by so we chose to walk but Riley was such a pain saying things like “Becca my feet hurt” or “Becca I’m dying”. He was such an idiot but I loved him for that, we were best friends ever since we were four years old. Once we were in the club we partied hard like always, shots and other alcohol was bought and we downed it like it was water. When we went to leave, that’s when this happened. I just hope riley is okay.
My thoughts were interrupted by a low husky voice muttering something as I heard clanging of metal on metal. My heart started to race it was thudding against my rib cage like it was going to jump out of its place. I licked my lips the sweat on my face tasted like salt mixed with water. My skin was covered in goose bumps as the man stepped closer and everything went silent. The water dripping was the loudest sound in the room as he stopped moving. If I listened close enough I could hear my own heart thudding against my chest. The voice that spoke next to my ear made my whole body stop for a moment.
“well now don’t be scared I promise it won’t hurt……..much”
A hoarse and nasty voice spoke as the slight lisp could be heard before he started cackling to himself as he picked up something, well at least I think he did from the clinging of metal on metal.
When I tried to speak no words came out just my mouth moved, I squeezed my eyes shut as tears nearly spilled from my eyes in frustration and fear. The man just laughed more as I felt his hand touch my cheek a shiver was sent down my spine as I jumped away slightly.
“Now….now you’ll mess up my design”
His voice had a slight hint of frustration in it as he grabbed my face yanking it, harshly, back.
Something cold touched my skin, well more my ear, like a pin or something thin and sharp. It pierced my earlobe the shocking pain made tears spill out my eyes as I wanted to cry and scream but I had lost my voice. I felt the blood spill from the wound as something else replaced the pin like tool, I figured out he was piercing my ears to put in what I think were studs. He didn’t bother cleaning the wounds letting the little bit of blood drip from my ears.
He didn’t do anything else after that other than prick my neck with something that felt like a needle and soon I was drugged asleep. Nothing appeared in my mind while I was out; it was like I was asleep but half-conscious at the same time. I was aware of the blackness in my mind but then I couldn’t move or open my eyes either.
When I finally was able to open my eyes the first thing I heard was a low husky voice talking to the other voice from earlier. They were both male, my throat felt dry and my eyes were sore. Obviously they weren’t use to being shut or blinded for this long, it felt like a bad hangover. My thoughts were interrupted by the shouting of a male.
“God dammit Damien you weren’t supposed to do it like this, she is very important to me”
His voice echoed off the walls which I think were cement.
The voice sounded familiar but I was too panicky and concentrated on trying to get my hands free from their binds. The men stopped shouting and everything went quiet, except the rather loud sound of my hands thrashing around.
“She’s finally woken up, feisty isn’t she?”
Damien’s voice was deep and evil with a slight cackle.
I felt his hand touch my cheek as he yanked it to the side inspecting the crusted blood on my ear. With a slight huff he let go of my face and walked over to a tray. I didn’t know what he grabbed but soon enough with a snip, my blindfold was gone. When I opened my eyes I saw a young man’s face, he was well built, ash blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Not the kind of person I’d expect to do something like this.
He was inspecting my face before smiling, his breath wasn’t very nice, and his teeth were slightly disordered. He walked over to the tray of tools, I could see scissors, knifes, pins, piercing guns and other tools. When he finally spoke having picked up a pair of scissors he had a wicked sense of humour.
“Well, well dear Becca, I’m going to make you nice and pretty for that lover boy of yours……starting with your face”
A low chuckle accompanied by a slight lisp made me shiver as I scanned my surroundings quickly.
I was in a cement basement of some sort like those in an old house. The walls were bare except for the odd tool or two hanging up on the wall. I looked at Damien in front of me and jolted back when he had grabbed my hair. I had long slightly wavy auburn hair, never have I ever thought of dyeing or cutting it. His hand grabbed my chin as he then grabbed a section of my hair cutting it so it sat just above my shoulders. I went pale looking at the long pieces of hair on the floor as the pile sat on the floor. Tears fell from my eyes as I thought about how I had lost ten years’ worth of growing out my hair.
He let me sit in silence after he was done gathering the hair and leaving the room to go somewhere as I processed I now had short hair. This wasn’t too bad like a bad hairdressing appointment. He hadn’t done anything bad to me yet….’that’s right not yet Becca.
I thought to myself when as I looked around I noticed I was strapped to a metal chair my hands bonded by a thick rope.
I tried to get my hands free but it was no use, the knots were tied to tight for me to get loose. Whoever had planned this was smart using Damien to do it. That other guys voice though I swear I have heard it before. As I tried figuring out where I had heard it I heard the door open and Damien was back. At least I think this one was Damien guessing from the shouting of the other male. He had brought down what looked like a cosmetic bag. To my surprise I was right, he pulled out a red lipstick roughly grabbing my face and applying it. But I didn’t make it easy always moving my head or my lips until he got frustrated and harshly held my face in place.
He had put make up on me which was a surprise to me; the next thing he grabbed was …. ‘A knife! The thought screamed in my face as I felt the blood drain from my face. He smiled and cleaned it like he was about to do the best thing he had ever thought of.
“Now it’s time to do the fun part”
His voice echoed in my ears as he came closer. I struggled and thrashed my body around as I tried to escape then all I could think of was scream!
“NO! Riley! Someone help me!”
My voice came out raspy and crackly as I screamed.
Damien put his hand over my mouth grabbing a piece of material and tying it around my head and positioned it in my mouth so I couldn’t talk. Tears fell down my face as he grabbed the knife again, when I got a closer look it was a scalpel like those a doctor would use in surgery. He came back over and lowered the scalpel on my cheek as he slowly dragged it over my skin.
The pain was unbearable as the scalpel cut deep into the flesh on my cheek. Silent screams escaped me and tears ran down my face, making the pain worse as they entered the fresh wound. The blood gushed out of the fresh wound as he did the same on my other cheek; the pain was so unbearable I wished I was dreaming. Who would do this to someone?! It was a cruel act. Once he had finished cutting he grabbed a needle and thread stitching the wound up but with a certain pattern. Once it was over I had gone numb my face stung and tears had stopped falling from my eyes.
The door opened and I just looked at Damien numbly as he looked at the male entering, he looked pleased with himself. Once the other male came into sight my eyes widened so shocked who it was who had entered the room. The person I thought I could trust, love and look up to the most had organised this thing against me.
“What have you done to her!?”
He yelled at Damien again his voice was harsh, a voice I had never heard before from Riley.
Riley of all people, why Riley, why?! I looked at him, his face full of horror as he came over to me and looked like he was about to cry. I looked at him unable to move my lips as he untied the piece of material from my mouth. He looked at my cheeks and glared at Damien before punching him square in the jaw. Riley had never been this violent towards anyone before, not in front of me anyway.
I looked at Riley and managed to speak out some words in a raspy voice.
“Why would you do this Riley?”
He just sighed and looked at me painfully. His expression looked like I had just betrayed him by stabbing him in the heart.
“Because I love you but the pretty and cool girl you were, you would never look at me that way because we were childhood friends”
He paused running a hand through his hair.
“I wanted you all to myself so I organised this but…..Damien screwed up the plan you weren’t supposed to be alive through the process, I want to turn you into a doll”
A smirk grew on his face as he came over to me.
“Now close your eyes and take a last breath” his face showed an excited smirk.
His hands closed around my throat as I struggled to breathe, his hands tightened even more until my windpipe was blocked off. I was dying, choking and crying the tears fell down my face as I tried to stop him.
As I felt my consciousness fade away knowing I wasn’t going to wake up this time. I looked at him and smiled a weak smile as I let go of his hands around my throat. I opened my mouth soft whisper of words just making it out.
“I always loved you, but this is goodbye…Riley”
Before I faded away his face showed a painful expression as he realised he had just done the worst thing in his life…..
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