Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Sarah\u2019s head jerked upright.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
It was the first sound she\u2019d heard in hours apart from her own breathing.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Now it was behind her.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
There was something vaguely threatening about the noise. Her heart raced as she realised it was switchblade being repeatedly snapped into place.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Sarah\u2019s blindfold irritated her nose but she couldn\u2019t scratch because her hands were tied behind her back. She licked her lips and focused on the sound.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Her back screamed for relief from the position she was in. Her neck had cramped hours earlier and had become a dull throb. She frowned and tried to piece together what had happened. She had been walking to her car after work when someone had grabbed her from behind. A needle had been roughly shoved into her arm and the next thing she knew she was tied to a chair, blindfolded. Her arm ached from where the needle had gone in and she longed to rub it.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
She tried to speak but no words came out. Her mouth was so dry. She tried again. \u201cHello?\u201d The words came out as a hoarse whisper. Sarah strained to hear any movement around her. She heard the scuffing of shoes on the concrete floor.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
A sigh. It was close to her left ear. She shivered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, Sarah, Sarah.\u201d She followed the voice as it moved around her. \u201cYou\u2019re so beautiful Sarah.\u201d Another sigh close to her face. She smelt a faint sickly sweet scent as footsteps walked around her.<\/p>\n
Snick<\/i>.<\/p>\n
A tear slipped down her face. \u201cPlease don\u2019t\u2026\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t what, Sarah? What do you want, Sarah? Do you want to see Sarah? Would you like to get up, Sarah?\u201d A hand wrapped itself around her throat and forced her head back. Tears soaked into Sarah\u2019s blindfold.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t\u2026\u201d she sobbed. Sarah could feel breath on her face then the grip on her neck was released. Her head fell forward and she sobbed uncontrollably.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t what, Sarah? Why are you crying, Sarah?\u201d The voice came close to her ear and whispered, \u201cAre you afraid, Sarah?\u201d<\/p>\n
She tried to pull away. \u201cWho are you? Why are you doing this to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah\u2019s head rocked backwards from the force of the slap. \u201cLearn this right now.\u201d The blade of the knife pushed against her throat. \u201cYou are mine to do with as I please. I set the rules. You will do as I say.\u201d The blade was removed as quickly as it had appeared. The voice whispered in her ear<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Sarah, you shouldn\u2019t be afraid. You\u2019re so beautiful Sarah. Would you like to see Sarah?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah squinted as the blindfold was removed. She struggled to focus on the form in the glare. The human-shaped shadow moved closer to her and she realised who her captor was.<\/p>\n
Sarah screamed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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