The prisoner. 2

Part 2

>you open your eyes slowly
>where are you…
>yes the car, we were going home from the fair then…
>Oh god, what happened?
>there was a loud noise and the car flipped…
>you notice two figures slumped in the front seats
“mum…dad”
>No response…
>you need to get help..
>you push the seatbelt realise…
>you are rewarded with nothing…
>you push it again
>nothing
>you gotta get out of here! You got to get help!
>You franticly pull at you’re the belt
>it won’t bunge!
>you need to get help!
>wait, where is your brother?
>He was in the car to…
>you look to your right
>your brother, broken, blooded
>his head smashed against the window…
>you stop struggling
>instead you scream


>You wake with a burning emptiness in your stomach
>Still in the basement…
>you drag the bucket over to you
>not ideal but it’s better than sitting in your own filth
>you relieve yourself, easier when your captor isn’t watching you.
>done, you push the bucket away
>just then you here the unmistakable creaking of the heavy door…
>she’s here

>she arrives at the bottom step carrying a blow of stew in here mouth
>you look her in the eye, unflinching
>she  places the blow at your feet a smiles, before noticing the unfinished sandwich next to it
>”Please, Anon you have to keep your strength up”
>You have been living solely off water….Hunger strike you guess, you haven’t eaten a meal since she locked you down here
>you have only used the food to try to keep track of the days…
>8 meals…two days give or take…with this being the third
>Seeing the look on your face she shy’s away….hiding behind her hair she asks
>”Will you talk to me today?”
>not the way she wants to…
“Fluttershy, let me go.”
>”I can’t do that Anon, not till you love me the same way I love you…”
”I’ve been gone for a while now Fluttershy, the other will notice I’m gone.”
>she smiles without a hint of cruelty
>”Oh don’t worry about that Anon, I’ve told ever p0ny that you have the flu and I would look after you till you get better”
>Damn
>you would believe that….there is no reason the other wouldn’t…
>you stay silent.
>She frowns
>”will…I’ll start again then sense you don’t feel like talking.”
>and so it begins again…
>She begins describing her love for you
>asking you about fetish
>demonstrating them
>just like the last time….and the time before that….
>it is hard to tell the passage of time down here, you can tell if this goes on for minutes or hours or even days….
>All you know it that it feels like an eternity
>shackled to the pipe, unable to move…
>…its maddening…
>you look at your captor with contempt,
> unable to suppress urges you though you would never feel again…
>”kill her”
>damn it…
>You thought you put that part behind you….

>your family is dead…
>your whole life over in an instant….
>and what did you get?
>a concussion…
>your family gets brained and all you get is a sore head.
>words cannot describe how angry you are
>The confronts of your grandfather…does noting
>the condolences of friends…does noting
>the compensation due to the mechanic negligence…does nothing
>you are a young boy…
>who is angry with the world
> and with nothing to lose…

>you open your eyes…
>you still hear Fluttershy’s voice although it’s been burled into a continuous drone
>musta dossed of…
>you have never gone this long without food…
>been a while since you felt this weak
>”So Anon what do you think?”
>that stood out
>you raise your head and look into her eyes…
>She is smiling, thinking she made some progress
”let me go Futtershy.”
>any joy in her face fades…
>”Oh in that case I’ll leave you be….”
>She torts up close to you and gives you a peak on the cheek.
>she looks at you and smiles
>you only glare back
>with that she torts back to the stairs…
>”you know, when she leans in like that…that’s the time to get her”
>you hear the door slam….
Shut up…
>”so what? Are you content to sit down here next to a bucket of your own shit or are you going to do something about it!?”
Shut up…
>“Look, she didn’t take anything off you when she but you down here…all you need to is take the knife and stick her…easy pesy…”
>you hand subconsciously goes to your pocket
>sure enough the old Swiss Army Knife is still there…waiting…
>you only carried it as a reminder of home and for the bottle opener…
>you take it out and examine the blade
>it has a wicked gleam to it….
>fuck
>why did you take the damn thing with you that morning?
>”Kill her”
>god damn it
>the longer you stay down here the more the fucking voice makes sense
>you pull your arm to be meet with a familiar clang as the handcuffs slam against the sturdy pipe…
>you need to get out of here…