It has been a week since I found those weird bare foot prints. I broke over and called my mom, but she acted like I was insane and just accused me of wanting the neighbor. She said the prints must have been some lady's walk of shame as she left his cabin. Why in the Hell would she could barefoot out this way and into my flowerbed, if it was even a female. It could've been a man. I do not know. I mentioned reporting it and she nearly died laughing. She went on to try to guilt me into going back to Dallas, which I vehemently refused.
My job search the day after that had failed. Even with my fresh haircut, great work history and meticulously planned outfit, I came home with nothing. I have a great resume. I dressed nice. I was professional. Yet everyone knocked me and half wouldn't even pull my applications. It wouldn't shock me if Dallas hadn't put a bad word out for me. His family is quite inf
I barely choke back my own scream to silence the woman. I point to the house and grab Creature as I dash after her. I lock the door and draw all the blinds I motion her to the stairs. She stands there, free of all windows and possibility of being viewed, completely nude and barefoot, arms crossed tightly. I grab a throw off the futon and cloak her as I lead her up to my room. She sobs and clutches me with one hand as soon as we stop. "Let me find you some clothes. What happened?" I go to toss her my cell, but it's gone. "Fuck!" I screech. You don't know what you got, till it's gone! "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I-" "You're fine. It's not you. I dropped my damn phone. Shit. I was going to call the police. I didn't mean to frighten you. Tell me what happened? Are you alright?"  
My mind races a mile a minute. Every breath hurts my head, as a fierce migraine rages through it. My eyes are dry and irritated from crying. I'm guilty, I'm scared, I'm conflicted. I need to get help! I need to get the fuck out of here, but how? What if he has cameras outside? Or he's hidden out there? I have no cellphone, car's dead, keys were stolen by a now dead girl who's name I don't even know to tell the police. I have thought about just opening the door and hitting the woods, following the road from a distance till I can get help. But what about Creature? I can't bare to leave him. If I take him, he would expose me by barking or trying to run. I chance a quick glance out the blinds, just in time to see Trevor with a booster pack hooked to my car. He checks it and waits. Minutes later, he cranks the ignition and leaves the car to run a bit. I am puzzled, as I watch him leaving my
My throat is hoarse and dry from all my screaming and crying. Forvwhst was probably my first hour out here, I went into repetitive panic attacks. The dark and the dead bodies making me even more terrified than I already was. I can hardly see, didn't want to see them, but paranoia convinced me if i looked away they'd move.Sweat trickles all over me, making my skin crawl with the need to wipe it away, but it's hard to maneuver my hands on such short restraints. It's hot. So hot I can hardly breathe, and my dry throat feels like it might close off any seconds. It's hard to make out anything, even though it must still be daylight out, the barn is so dark. I get only a hairline crack of light through the boards.Did I mention that it's the temperature of the sun in here? The heater of whatever sort, and the spring sunshine acts like an incubator inside the barn. I'm sure I'll die before he returns. The heat only amplifies the stench of death,
I come to with a start. I am wild and temporarily confused as I bolt up and grab the bars. Wait? The bars?! My crazed eyes take in my state and I try to stop my impending hyperventilation. I'm in a cage? Like a huge ass metal kennel? My head jars from my dudden movement and I become dizzy, so I ease myself back down to the pillowy floor of whatever this is. What time is it? Where is 'Trevor'? Nevermind that, what happened while I was asleep? I kick the tiny little sheet away and check under the gigantic shirt in panic. Ah. Sweet Jesus. Everything appears unbothered. I shut my mind off there and don't let it wander. I rub my temples and curl up as I look over this contraption, studying it so I can think of how to get out of here. "Still moping?" I have to get into character quickly to stop my narrowing eyes. I glance at the doorway of the room to see 'Trevor' entering.
Kelly and Sasha. My brain keeps repeating, like a mantra. I lay here, nude as the day I was born, just waiting for something to happen. For the other shoe to drop. He lays on the bed, just relaxing as if he has no cares in the world. Like there's not two dead women in his barn and a woman in a glorified dog crate feet away. To add insult to injury, he lays there playing on my phone, and petting my dog! He whistles and it catches my attention, I raise my head while still covering myself. "Hey. You want out?" Yes. No. Another trick question. I know I'm expected to answer, but I have no clue what to say. I try to think of a quick response, something humble sounding to keep up my act. "I'm fine here. Still tired." He gets up anyhow and comes to my cage.
"Who is that fucker?" Bobbi snarls as soon as he is out of ear shot. I'm so sore and tired, I don't even raise my head to her."I don't know his-his name. He has an allias. He admitted it's not his name though." I can't risk telling her his alliasis 'Trevor', but I can tell she won't drop it. I keep my voice low out of paranoia of the camera."Protecting him?""No. Protecting you apparently. Got my ass beat for no reason." I retort."Then why don't you give me his name?""Because I don't fucking know it. Why are you coming at me like this? I am not your enemy. Keep that energy for Fred in there." I whisper angrily. I understand her being scared and upset, but I am not the one she's going to take it out on. Not in the cage, not in this lifetime."I don't know that. I think you are the reason I'm here.""Really?" I raise an annoyed brow."Be
I hear the cries before I even see or hear the blow. I brave my fears and I crsck an eye, only to see him slamming her face over and over into the side of the cage. He finally stops and he looks over at me. His eyes are blown and dark, his pupil dilated and his face blank. He is almost demonic. Try as I may, I can't will myself to stop trembling. He leaves her for a moment there, and I notice her hands are bound, but he freed her feet. She's not tethered to anything, she could run. He exits the room and I try to get Bobbi's attention as I hear the front door close. "Bobbi. You could run. You can get a weapon." I whisper. "My cellphone. You can call police on my cellphone. It was in here." She tries to make it to her feet, fave bloodied and I notice the look on her face. She is in fight or flight mode, her eyes wide and spacey. She looks at me like a predator. "You really thi
I constantly tossed and turned, begging every God I could name to stay asleep. I don't want to wake. Being awake has consequences, I have to face my troubles and I'd much rather avoid them all. Sleep makes me feel safe. It's my only escape. I had a dream several days ago like Astral projection. I could be mentally free, and I could go wherever I wanted. I was safe and free! But when I came back to my body, I was dead and rotting in the barn beside Bobbi. It was the night I had killed her, and I came to screaming and hyperventilating. I got two strikes across my bottom for disturbing his slumber, but once he realized I was 'cracking' he softened his stance and offered me sleeping pills and a warm glass of milk. I even got a blanket, all because I said thank you. Now, I'd give anything for more. It felt so surreal, so good to get away from my own mind. To fall into the deep, blac
The past few months have been a roller coaster. It has been nothing but stress and anguish. Physical and mental pain. I've had to endure so much therapy and so much attention that I can't hardly stand to leave this house anymore. I can't really even say my house, as it belongs to Dallas. It is no longer mine. My home is on the market. It was in terrible shape after the community rummaged it, investigations were conducted, and horror enthusiasts from all over broke in to take photos and party. That being said, lack of my own hone, confidence and privacy have lead me into a violent depression. One minute I am low, and the next I am literally ready to fight on short notice. My therapist threw a bunch of large terms out there, but I couldn't focus. I tire of being scrutinized and the entire time he inspected me I longed to jab an ink pen between his teeth to remove thst insufferable bit of kale. He became 'especially conc
"Yeah. Yeah. I will call you when I have updates. I promise, I am fine. She will be too. I'll call you again later. Yeah. I swear, alright? Love you too, bye. " The voice breaks me from my slumber, and I bolt up only to lose my vision. Something is in my arm. Im tied still! I feel stinging on my arm as I go back down, and alarms beep. It's Dallas. That's his voice. He can't be here, Kellan will kill him! "You...you have to...leave. Leave...he'll...""Hey! Shhh...shhhhhh. He'll do nothing. You aren't there anymore." I can feel tightness in my chest, and my breath quivers. I want to open my eye, but I'm scared. I'm afraid of what I might see. Feet rush into the room, and this finally is enough to make me look.Nurses. Nurses? An IV is hooked, barely, into my arm. The crappy hospital lighting is harsh and I groan as I blink away 'film' over my eyes
*Kellan's POV* "Alina!" I shout, as her body tumbles from the window. I rush across the room on instinct, but it is too late. She lays, sprawled motionless on the ground below and my breath catches. My chest heaves and panic sets in. I was willing to kill her, but couldn't do it. I had stalled and tried to talk myself up, but I couldn't. I had thought she was bluffing, but she had the fortitude I locked and she did my job for me. Creature barks and rubs circles in the room, confused, but sensing something wrong. "Alina!" I scream again. My mind is in two places. I want to rush down to her, to see if she's still with me. I also know I should run. If I can't save her, I am wasting time. She could be dead. Dallas was right, I need to get out of here. Squandering my time will only have let Alina possibly die in vain, but I don't want to leave her.
If my heart beats any faster, I will die. I just know it. My heart slams in my chest so hard that it's difficult breathe and remain quiet. I'm having issues getting enough air glow around the shirt, and my nose is stuffy from so much crying recently. Sweat freckles my forehead and I can feel most of me trembling. This is the moment I've both dreamed of, and dreaded. I'll either be free, incarcerated or dead soon I imagine. Kellan plants a chaste kiss on my forehead before answering the cellphone."Hello, Dallas." If I were a dog my ears would perk up. I try so hard to catch anything I can, but it's difficult to hear over my own heart."No. I found the dog, thanks for so thoughtfully returning him. How did you find me?""Aren't telling me? How bold. I see you've finally grown some balls. Let me put this in terms even you can understand. Y
Kellan stood hovering until I was able to drink the broth. I had it everywhere, but I clutched the cup for life unwilling to let him assist. Things were unsettling before, but they have went completely nerve wrecking now. He nearly killed me, twice, no three times. Again. And that was just the last day in the woods and chopping my leg off. Now he expects me to help him kill Dallas, all for a flash drive that I had planted in the box. How did he get it though? Didn't Kellan pack everything? Did he leave the box out for Dallas? "You're really going to meet him?" I ask, testing the water. Kellan laughs. "Fuck no. You think I'm stupid? You know he has been in cohorts with authorities now and that this is a ruse to get me out every they can ambush me. However you've mostly been ignoring me, and I knew this would get your attention. Now, that I
*Dallas's POV* Don't hate me, we go back in time a bit here. I exited the woods as quickly as I could, with emergency personnel on call and attempting to contact the helicopter that was scanning deeper into the woods. I quickly relay what I know about the policemen and direly injured Alina, and I pray they come quickly enough and with backup to apprehend Kellan and retrieve her safely. I hope she is right. She's never lied to me, to my knowledge, and she swore he didn't want to kill her. Still, I panic and regret my decision to listenvt9 her and leave her behind. I regret myself for being too legal minded to have just hunted that bastard down abd shot him. As I wait, and pick myself apart, an idea hits me. I retrieve my cellphone and pull my sim from it. I run as fast as I can to the cabin, and search for Kellan's truck. I could tuck my phone in it
I'm cold. I'm cold and it's dark. I can't bear to open my eyes yet, so I just exist. Feeling my body jar about on a smooth, chilly surface. What happened? I'm still alive? I don't quite understand yet, but I know I was supposed to be dead. I even feel dead. My body is sore, and numb at the same time. My mouth dry and a piece of fabric tied around my head covers it. No. I shiver. I try to stretch but I realize that I am bound. I can't move. I can't feel my lower half. I panic and try to thrash about, but I can do nothing but shimmy a few inches across the cool surface. A bump jars me again and I plop down roughly from the impact. Am I in a vehicle? I whimper and try to focus my eyes, and to my luck a faint light enters through what I imagine is glass somewhere. My head throbs with the invasion, but soon I
*let's start with Kellan again* I halt with the saw just touching bone as a screech fills the room. My face contorted with horror, followed by fury as I realize it is Keenan messing with me. I shake my head and start again, wincing as I push the blade through the bone. Her little leg shakes at the force, but she is still out. Despite the tourniquet, there's still mess and it eats at me to see it. To see her like this. To do this. If I hadn't, she would set up sepsis. She would have died. In a way, I saved her life. It certainly does not feel like it. Finally, through the bone the rest goes smoothly and the offensive rotting area is removed. My hands still shake aside place the saw on a nearby bag and use a clean part of my arm to wipe my sweat. Keenan immedi
I taste the copper in my mouth, long before the slap takes place. In my haste to free myself of Kellan's hand, I bit him which immediately triggered the slap. I'm so used to hurting now that I do not spare a moment to recover, as I scream with everything left in me at the low flying chopper. I can feel my chest deflate as it shows no sign of having seen me or anyone having heard me. Irate, Kellan begins his merciless beating and I know somehow this is it. I'm dead. I miscalculated, again, and now I'll pay. I want to beg to him for some bit of mercy, to tell him that I'm sorry and I understand. That I know now why I have to be trained and disciplined. Polished. I am a fool and a failure, the hole I dig myself is far worse than the fate I tried to avoid. I grab at his boot in vain as it collides over and over with my face. The last thing I see is the sole of his boot and his scowl as he hovers