Captive

I find myself in an older man's house. His tone is kind but there is a twisted glint in his eyes that matches the way his lips curve up slightly. He's telling me to do something on his computer. I walk up to it and wiggle the mouse around to wake up the monitor. I click a few things before he starts talking again. He asks if I've noticed his mouse. I pull my hand away and look. It seems to resemble parts of fingers varying in color, size, age... His twisted smile grows bigger as he sees my confusion. "Did you notice the way your middle finger curves gently as you pull the mouse back? It's the perfect way to create that arc..." Now I'm thoroughly confused and he chuckles. "I'd like one of your fingers"

I back away, horror flashing across my face, sure that this must be some kind of sick joke. His grin is now absolutely insane, however, and I know he's not joking. I glance towards the mouse and realize those were real fingers he'd taken from other people based on how they fit the mouse. 

"I'm a nice guy though, so I'll make you a deal. If you can find a cheap air flight I'll let you leave free and clear. I'll even let me assistant help you."

He calls out and a small, hunched over man walks up. He's instructed to find me a flight home. The older man reminds me that I can go home if I can find an affordable flight. The other guy frowns, seemingly amazed. After a few minutes the assistant informs us there are no flights. I panic and beg to look myself but the assistant insists there is nothing and my captor believes him. I need to leave. 

"You can leave whenever you want, you know," my captor chuckles, "just let me take you pretty little finger and off you go. But you will stay here until you decide."

I consider my options. I can let him hack off my finger and leave or stay here indefinitely and keep all my fingers. I lean towards giving in but I know I could never hold still long enough to let him. I told him I'm not ready and choose to stay. He shows me to a small room upstairs where I will stay until I change my mind. In the middle of the night I creep out of my room. I fly downstairs and find the front door unlocked. I burst through it and hear a low chuckle. My heart pounds in my chest as I race down the street hoping to find a place to hide. The man is incredibly fast, though and catches me in minutes.

"You shouldn't have done that, Sweetheart. Now you're going to pay."

He drags me inside and to the basement. I stumble down the stairs and he throws me into a chair. Deftly he places restraints around my arms and legs. He flips on an overhead light and I can see a table next to me with a bunch of straps and buckles scattered around it. The mans face is set into a hard frown. "I didn't want it to come to this. I told you I'm a nice guy." 

He grasp my arm closest to the table and slaps it down. He stretches my hand as far as it will go and secures it with the straps. He reaches under the table and grabs a black cloth. Quickly he ties the cloth over my eyes and shoves something soft in my mouth. I hear a saw roar to life very close to me. I scream. 

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