Hostel(Short story)
Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 4:27 am
Chapter 1
My bare feet on cold concrete. The chills in the air hit my face and shirtless body. I pulled my head up and opened my eyes. I examined my surroundings to find myself in some sort of dungeon. There I was binded to a metal chair. It was rusted and very small. It was nailed into the dirty concrete floor. My wrist and ankles were handcuffed. My heart was racing. Blood circulating.I took another look around. This time I saw the presence of razors, Scissors, Scapels and whatnot on a table that was pushed up against the cracked wall. My first impression of it was death. I didn't cry. After all we all have to die. Mines was just going to be painful and most likely slow.
In a instant a tall caucasian guy walked. He was adorned in a dingy labcoat. He had one of those surgical mask over his mouth covering a portion of his face. He looked down at me. I looked into his dark brown eyes.
"What are you?! Speak! he demanded.
I stared at him."The hell are you talkin' about?" I replied.
He turned away and proceeded towards the table of instruments that were against the wall. He rambled through the tools. He stooped and turned around. The manglared at me with a set of pliers in his hands that he held with his baby blue colored gloves. He came towards me. What is he going to do pull my freakin' teeth out? I had to close my eyes tightly.
"Stop it! Just stop it!" I yelled.
I opened my eyes. He wasn't in front of me anymore. Im wondering where did he go. However I felt heavy metal clasping onto the edge of my black painted nails on my index finger. A sudden pull tore it off. I screamed in pain. The sharp pain pulsated through my right arm. My eyes widen.
My tawny skin started to get sweaty. He had the audasity to throw the nail in my lap. My balck nail camoflouge along with my tight black jeans. I stare at it whining and groanig. My heart beads on the end of of my braids hitting me in the face as I slumped my head over. I can feel a huge trickle of blood flow off my nailbed.
"What the f*ck are you doing to me?I didn't do sh*t!" I screamed.
Apparently the message didn't et to him no matter how much I pleaded and cried. In a matter of minutes all of my fingernails were ripped off of my hands. All of them bleeding. I felt it. It would sting everytime I felt a cold breeze hit it.
I slouched over in the metal chair looking lifeless. Like a doll. Still alive but in pain. Pregnancy for men.
More to come...