The scream of the little girl played over and over again, like a song on repeat throughout the night. I plastered my hands on my ears trying to escape from the excruciating sound, but I simply couldn't. I could still hear a little girl screaming for her life. Her voice penetrated the walls and clutched at my skin, begging me to let her go. It wasn't very loud, but it was enough to keep me awake throughout the cold night.

The voice never paused or stopped until the first rays of sunshine peeped through the bars of my room 's window. My kidnapper must have a recording of the scream, that is the only possible explanation. I slouched against the wall away from the invading sunlight and closed my tired eyes. A disturbed sleep overtook my senses.
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         I woke up to the sound of an electric saw drilling an opening at the bottom of the wooden door. The splintered wood pieces fell to the floor, raising a small wave of dust. The opening was very small, in fact too small to even stretch my hands through it. I noticed that he had cleaned the blood of the kitten while I was asleep. He left as soon as he finished the job.

The chain restricting my hands had left red marks on my pale skin. I moved my body to a more comfortable position and leaned against the wall. Bending down to peep through the new rectangular opening, all I could see was the floor and the legs of a wooden table in the next room.

        Now that I am awake, my stomach began to grumble. I tried to ignore the weird noises coming from my stomach and observed the light beams falling through the window in strange patterns. Dust particles in the light beam twirled like human beings caught in a tornado, rapidly swirling and disappearing into nothingness.

   What am I supposed to do? Cry aloud, "I want my breakfast, you douche bag!" I don't think it will end well. As if on cue, his footsteps neared my door. I heard something being placed on the floor. A small plate slid towards me through the opening.

        Eager to devour whatever was in that plate, I surged towards the door. I stretched my hand as far as the chains would allow and grabbed the plate. What if he had mixed some kind of drug with the food? The rational part of me complained. I pushed aside those thoughts and looked at the plate's content. My hopes of satiating my hunger faded quickly.

A single piece of stale bread.

       I picked it up and took a quick bite. It wasn't awful, just very dry and hard to eat. Within seconds the plate was empty. I pushed it back through the opening. I could hear him pick up the plate and leave.

            I had no way to keep track of time, except through the sun rays coming in through the window. It was probably mid afternoon. After a while, uninvited thoughts began to plague me. Why did he kidnap me? If he had wanted to kill me, he could have done it and buried my body by now. He is creepy and cruel as hell, but he hasn't slit my throat or strangled me to death. Yet. He doesn't even talk. How am I supposed to communicate with him? What does he want from me?  Unimaginable horrors flitted across my mind.

The creak of the door opening broke my reverie. He walked into the room closing the door behind him. His calm expression unnerved me. His hands were empty. He crossed the room in two long strides and knelt before me, his face, inches away from mine. Black eyes bore into my brown, reading my fear and panic effortlessly. He was close. Too close.
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Author's Note:
                   I know this chapter isn't much, but tell me your thoughts and don't forget to vote!❤️

P.S: What are you scared of?
        Me: Maths and cockroaches. ( I abhor them)