Demons In My Bed

Captivity

How long had she been lying there in the rain like this? The storm seemed to be the perfect disguise she needed for her escape, if only she hadn’t gone unconscious in the process. As time passed, so did the storm and eventually the police and crowd of people that had gathered in front of the hospital. Eventually, the sound of crashing thunder and rain was merely an echo off into the distance and the sun began to peek back out behind ominous grey clouds that still lurked with the threat of more surprise showers.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

The sound of footsteps approached the unconscious woman in the alley of the hospital as a man in janitorial clothes beckoned closer while pushing a trash bin.

“Miss? Miss are you okay?” he said stopping by the dumpers and leaving the bin. Slowly he approached and knelt down beside her frail wet body, gently pushing back the locks of dark brown hair from her face for a better look. “Oh, you’re the one they’re looking for!” he gasped.

Panicked, the man looked around to make sure there were no witnesses before scooping up her lifeless body into his arms and carrying her off. It took him only a few minutes before he was behind the hospital and in employee parking next to his old beat-up black Honda Civic. “Don’t worry,” he said, a devilish grin playing across his thin lips as he unlocked and opened the door before gently placing her body on the backseat. “I’m going to take you somewhere safe where no one can find you. When you wake up, you’ll thank me for saving you.” An evil smirk replaced the grin as he adjusted his rearview so that he could watch for her just in case she woke up before they arrived at their destination.

Shifting his car into drive, the man quickly fled the parking lot with his new prisoner in tow. It seemed like they traveled forever until they were on the outskirts of town and pulling into a long dirt driveway that winded back into the thick woods. A few minutes later, they were pulling up into the driveway of what looked to be an old farm that had long been abandoned. Skeletal remains of an old barn rotted in the nearby field dotted with a few trees and tall grass. An old house that looked to have burned down a long time ago was off to the left across the field from the barn, and a tiny shack was all that remained standing. “We’re home,” he cackled to himself before swiftly exiting the vehicle.

Once out of the Civic, the man stretched before retrieving the breathing corpse from his back seat. “You’re so pretty... I’m sure you’ll thank me generously once you wake up.” He smirked again and pushed open the door to the tiny shack before disappearing inside.

Inside revealed to be a dimly lit little living quarters barely suitable for any living being. There was a small kitchen-type space immediately to the left as he carried her past and laid her on an old plaid, worn-out couch against what would have been the kitchen bar to separate the two. A tiny old flat screen was mounted on the wall across from the old couch and there were two doors on either side of it. The only other furniture that adorned the tiny shack was a coffee table that took up most of the space between the television and couch. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the creep reached up and turned on the ceiling fan in an effort to circulate some of the hot stale air that had settled in the tiny room.

For only a moment did the man seem to disappear into the most right room before reappearing again with a pair of hand cuffs. During his efforts to secure his prize, the tiny little hospital gown she had been wearing began to slip down a bit, revealing her massive rock rash across the left side of her body and her left breast.

“My, my, what has happened to my delicate little flower!” The rock rash had caught him off guard, but he was immediately distracted again by her bare flesh. “So pretty, so pretty.” The creep couldn’t help himself and began to fondle the unconscious woman lying before him.

After a few moments, he backed away and disappeared into the room to the left of the television. Ferrow’s eyes had begun to flutter the moment the man started to touch her, but in his excitement and distraction he must have missed it. It wasn’t until the sound of running water in the other room did her eyes fully shoot open. She gasped and sat straight up on the couch, but fell off and bumped her knee on the coffee table.

“What the f**k!”

Her voice was still very soft and somewhat hoarse from the hospital, only audible enough for the spiders in the corner to hear. The sound of rushing water piqued her curiosity, but the handcuffs that had somehow only managed to be locked onto one of her wrists piqued it more. Panicked, she began looking around for a key or possibly something to smash someone’s face in if the moment called for it. She needed to escape, but to where? Obviously, the sound of running water was the shower, so that meant that room was most likely the bathroom. Scanning again she deducted that the room opposite the bathroom was most likely a bedroom, so the door furthest down the little hallway past the kitchenette was most likely the front door.

But what of her captor? This meant she had two choices: she could go outside and try to run, call for help, or try to escape, or she could do something to confront him. Another quick scan of the room revealed a lack of phones or anything to call for help. Darting into the kitchen, she began digging through the few kitchen drawers until she found a somewhat decent santoku knife that was pleasantly sharp.

This will have to do I guess.

The sound of running water stopped and her head immediately snapped back towards what was supposed to be the bathroom. Now or never, I guess. Hurrying back across the tiny room, she stopped outside the door and gently placed her ear against it to listen. She could hear a man with a baritone voice half talking, half singing to himself while he proceeded with his after-shower routine.

“Ha! What a good looking fellow. Now that I’m clean she’ll surely thank me for saving her. Mmm, that soft pale skin of hers...”

What the f**k!?! What was he talking about? HER?! “Oh, hell no!” she whispered before stepping back against the wall.

Many years of training had prepared her for moments like this in one way or another. Although she would probably be no match for any man or monster at this point, using the element of surprise was always a fantastic option. As soon as the door swung open it provided the cover she needed to hide from his hungry eyes.

“No! Where is she!?!”

A look of anger spread across the man’s face, only to be almost immediately replaced by one of fear. No sooner was he able to shout those words had she appeared from behind the door with her knife. Before he was able to blink, she had grabbed him by the forehead and pulled his head back enough to swiftly drag the blade across both of his exposed jugulars and shoved his naked body forward over the coffee table.

Thud

The sound of her captor's dead naked body landing on the coffee table in front of them. Ferrow could do nothing but stand there and stare as blood started to drip down the handle of the knife’s blade onto her hand and then down to the floor.

Fuck, now what?