Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Chapter 8—From bad to hell—Marc-André


Close every door to me

Hide all the world from me

Bar all the windows

and shut out the light

Do what you want with me

Hate me and laugh at me

darken my daytime

and torture my night

If my life were important I

Would ask will I live or die

But I know the answers

Lie far from this world


 

Last thing I remembered I was being grabbed out of my car, I tried to fight back and I got a huge gash in my leg, there was a lot of blood and I passed out. I woke up in total darkness I was blindfolded and tied up; I could tell that I was moving in some kind of vehicle. I had no idea what was happening to me I really wish I had answered Max's call earlier, then maybe I wouldn't be here and I would've turned around earlier. The van stopped, I was still feeling weak, I could hear muffled voices then I heard the door open I was grabbed out of the vehicle and carried somewhere. I was dropped onto the floor, it was concrete, did not feel so great. I again passed out. I woke up I didn't know how long I had been passed out, but it was long enough for me to be untied and my blindfold was removed. It didn't really matter considering the room was pretty much pitch black.

"Hello?" I didn't think anyone would be there but it was worth a shot in the dark. I'm Marc-André and I think I'm funny. Apparently all the blood loss was going to my head. I was going through everything that lead up to me being here. Maybe I wouldn't be here had I answered Max's first call. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted. I heard a noise by where the door was, the door flung open and I was almost blinded by the light. I saw who was standing there I didn't know whether to be shocked or horrified. "Veronique?"

"If you must know my real name is Sasha. You are not the first guy I've been with for his money, actually you are the eight, and for the other seven well they are dead." I just couldn't even form thoughts yet alone words.

Finally I was able to spit out a few words. "Please don't kill me. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Ha I know you'll give me everything I want. But I wouldn't dream of leaving you alive, what, so you can go and tell the police? I don't think so."

"I wouldn't, you can trust me." I couldn't even imagine dying I wanted to play games of my life; I wanted to win as many Stanley cups as possible. I even eventually wanted to get married and have a family.

"Sweetie this is just how it works. And such a pity too, you were, I mean I guess for the moment still are young and good looking. Some death's are painless that's true, don't worry I won't follow standards." I was in my personal hell, she was pretty but she was fucking crazy. "Well I'll leave you to your own mind. Have fun! I'll be back soon." I was then sitting back in the dark with a racing mind this was not good.

I decided I would stand up to try and get familiar with my surroundings. I stood up and with a loud scream I fell back to the ground. Grand, I wasn't going anywhere. My mind then started working; this was a problem. Was she going to kill me slowly, make it hurt. Would she kill me fast, get it over with. Leave me to rot? I was thinking back to every horror movie I've ever seen, wishing I have never seen any of them. I then started thinking of all the saw movies, crushed, burned alive, frozen alive, too many contraptions that made death horrible. If I ever got out of here I was going to kill Max for making me watch them. Then my thoughts transferred to the team, Max knew something happened, but what he knew was still a mystery to me. I was hoping they were still trying to search for me, I was guessing that there was a lot of blood in my car. Maybe they thought I was dead and stopped caring. I mean Veroni-Sasha said she had killed seven others, SEVEN, what would stop her from killing me. Did they know it was Sasha who took me? Did they think it was a random kidnapping? Maybe they thought a puck bunny took me. I don't know I just was still holding out hope that someone was still searching for me. I lay down on the cold floor; I was weak from all the blood loss. I drifted off to a restless sleep. I didn't know how long I had been asleep but when I heard the door rattling I woke up. I guess this was the start.

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