Darkness. It was all around her, she could see nothing but black yet all noise was amplified. She could hear the muffled sounds of what seemed like someone attempting to scream and the sound of someone’s heavy breathing. The Heavy Breather was getting closer to her; she struggled against breaking down sobbing. She wasn’t gagged, but she was blindfolded and her legs were tied together halfway up keeping her knees together and judging by the pain she was assuming she had a broken arm and possibly a rib or two. They were getting closer, she could feel their footsteps when suddenly they stopped, she was hoping they changed their mind and turned away but she was wrong. Dead Wrong.
“Aubrey.” She jumped at the sound of her own name, the voice sounded so familiar, rough and terrifying but at the same time as he continued to speak pictures of a boy looking at her, holding her, and being with her. He looked so safe even though the voice did not. “Aubrey, are you alright?”
“Y-yes, I am alright, I suppose I think my arm is broken though.” She spoke just above a whisper.
“I think it is too.” Her mystery man spoke again.
“How do you know?” She asked, afraid to know the answer. Was he the one who was next to her trying to scream or was he the one who was breathing to heavily before?
“I can see it, I’m not blindfolded,” he paused for a moment and then continued. “It’s all swollen and black and blue. It should heal soon but you need to have it set.”
“Right, I’ll get on that ASAP.” she could feel the sarcasm leaking out of her tone.
“Oh, tisk, tisk Aubrey, such tones aren’t meant for being used right now.” He sounded angry, suddenly a pair of big soft hands where around her waist. “Here, let me set it for you now.”
She wanted to scream but her breath was stolen from her before she could breathe in. Just as soon as she was up and being carried she was slammed down onto a hard table, all she could do was let out a small whimper.
“You really shouldn’t use that tone with people Aubrey, it isn’t very nice and it can send some people over the edge, cause them to do things they will regret in the future.” He grabbed her arm and wretched it forward snapping her bone back in place causing her to scream so loud she thought her lungs would explode.
Her chest was heaving and she thought she was going to pass out from the pain when suddenly the room was filled with light and she could see a figure coming into focus. “You.” The face that came was the boy in her mental snapshots, the face that matched the voice.
“I told you, not to use that tone with people anymore Aubrey, it isn’t very nice and can send some people over the edge.” He said as he turned around to grab something that had been gleaming on another table next to her head.
“Aaron.” The name that matched the voice and face finally came to her. She said it barely above a whisper but it still caused a smile that made her sick to spread across her face.
“I wanted to hear you say that once more.” He said as he turned away.
“Once more before what?” she was afraid to ask the question and as soon as it escaped her lips she regretted it.
“This.” He turned toward her with a swiftness she didn’t think was possible, when darkness fell
