The only light in the room, hanging low like a dilapidated chandelier, illuminated a murky-yellow glow, insufficient to distinguish anything. It swayed in the gentle breeze that seeped in through the small gap of the garage door. It wasn’t that cold, but the man in front of me shivered both inside and out. I don’t blame him. There wasn’t a single soul that didn’t cower from my glare; also, people tend to fear those who tie them to a chair in an unknown garage. His eyes, the only mobile part of his body, scanned the room restlessly, desperate to find a weapon or an escape. Chained like an undomesticated creature, he thrashed about, endeavoring to grasp freedom.
Draped in the shadows of a corner, I observed him with an eerie silence. At first he resisted and opposed the thick straps digging into his reddening flesh. Then, slowly, his fidgeting came to a minimum and turned into a more defensive demeanor. I watched his diaphragm rise and fall as he clenched his fists to keep him from panicking. The piercing red veins in his eyes added a touch of idiosyncrasy. I knew he had reached the peak of paranoia, when even the slightest rustle of leaves made him jerk. The ropes debilitated him completely, draining every bit of sanity left within. It was working – I knew it would.
I took one step out of my concealed corner, my distorted silhouette falling on him. His drooping head suddenly caught sight of it and began to interpret it with squinted eyes. As he deciphered the owner of the shadow, a flash of terror registered on his face – only to be replaced by a placid composure seconds later. I smirked; he thought he could hide it. But I was faster than that. In a slow cat-crawling manner, I came to stand right in front of my prey. The odor of anxiety exuding from his body was indeed delicious. He wouldn’t meet my eyes; and who could blame him? Last time he did that, he found himself unconscious in the back of a truck with no recollection whatsoever. That was how it always went.
I gently tilted his head upwards but his eyes darted away from me. “Well. Are you going to tell me the truth now?” I tenderly stroked his cheek. A shiver of disgust vibrated through him. His lips formed words and chew them back again before finally uttering “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A smile played on my face, a blend of amusement, annoyance and anger. My voice fell to a seductive whisper “Don’t you, Richard?” His wide eyes flew to meet mine in disbelief. He thought I wouldn’t remember
Draped in the shadows of a corner, I observed him with an eerie silence. At first he resisted and opposed the thick straps digging into his reddening flesh. Then, slowly, his fidgeting came to a minimum and turned into a more defensive demeanor. I watched his diaphragm rise and fall as he clenched his fists to keep him from panicking. The piercing red veins in his eyes added a touch of idiosyncrasy. I knew he had reached the peak of paranoia, when even the slightest rustle of leaves made him jerk. The ropes debilitated him completely, draining every bit of sanity left within. It was working – I knew it would.
I took one step out of my concealed corner, my distorted silhouette falling on him. His drooping head suddenly caught sight of it and began to interpret it with squinted eyes. As he deciphered the owner of the shadow, a flash of terror registered on his face – only to be replaced by a placid composure seconds later. I smirked; he thought he could hide it. But I was faster than that. In a slow cat-crawling manner, I came to stand right in front of my prey. The odor of anxiety exuding from his body was indeed delicious. He wouldn’t meet my eyes; and who could blame him? Last time he did that, he found himself unconscious in the back of a truck with no recollection whatsoever. That was how it always went.
I gently tilted his head upwards but his eyes darted away from me. “Well. Are you going to tell me the truth now?” I tenderly stroked his cheek. A shiver of disgust vibrated through him. His lips formed words and chew them back again before finally uttering “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A smile played on my face, a blend of amusement, annoyance and anger. My voice fell to a seductive whisper “Don’t you, Richard?” His wide eyes flew to meet mine in disbelief. He thought I wouldn’t remember
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