Pistols of sweat pierced the unwashed tiles that my master had once stepped on. The thundering pounds of my heart masked the roaring insults and apologies that swarmed through the depths of my soul. Demons now had possessed every inch and vein within my body, had I not been tied, I would have slayed the flesh that covered the skeleton of my satanic angel. Pull yourself together; the rope is what you need to take focus on. Tears sunk deeply into the backs of my eye sockets; within the process of drowning in the salt covered liquid my vision of the ceiling fan morphed into the blades of a helicopter about to take flight. Had I been drugged? Or had my body overdosed in shots of adrenaline? The intruder stepped towards me, dragging a sense of pride behind him.
"How dare you? Walk upon this earth with such hate and disgrace in your p..st"I swallowed the lump that grew in my throat. It hurt like hell, but I managed to push it to the pit of my soul.
The dark shadows of the night blanketed my intruder's colour. Slam. The hinges of the door made a loud creaking noise as my satanic angel left for the streets. I reached for the phone, still tied in ropes. My insides ached with the burning sensation of some kind of poison that reached the tips of my fingers as I dialed 911.
"Hello, someone has just invaded my master's hou ..se."
I blacked out.
My eyes struggled to open because of the cyst that covered the outsides of my eyelids. Where the hell am I? I walked towards a mirror, where the reflection of a girl with numerous bruises stared back at me. I jumped in fright as I saw and felt the presence of a man in uniform appear at the very side of the young female. Who the hell is she? Who the hell is he? Where the hell am I?
"I realize that you are most probably frightened. That is why the officers and I at the police station had arranged for you to occupy this room until we catch the culprit." It wasn't much of a room; the only objects that filled the room were the mirror and a table with a crooked leg. "We found you, lying on the floor completely knocked out. Do you remember anything from last night?" There was no response. "We found two suspects that could have been at your place around the time of the crime scene."
"How's that possible? I didn't even see his face."
"As police officers, it is in our job description to ask around for any possible suspects. Your neighbors had been asked for the features of the man who had left your house at around 1pm, and they all came up with the same person. Now if you could please follow me into the main room. I would like to see if you can see a resemblance in any of our suspects' faces."