Hostage 2
He slowly starts to remove his clothes, he approaches you in deafening silence. You crawl to the other side of the bed against the wall. Now you see why you were taking those pills, but now it is too late and now you are going to have to remember every single bit of it. He yanks you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, he turns you over and makes you lay flat on your stomach. He tries to rip off your clothes. With his feet he forcefully spreads your legs and holds your arms down. This all feels too familiar. You stare at the wallpaper and stare at those scratch marks and you begin to remember. All those days you spent scratching those walls hoping that one day you can claw your way out from these four walls that engulf you. You think back to that twisted summer day that twisted itself into some cold memory and you are no longer staring at the lake. You are consumed by it. You are drowning, you kick your arms and your legs but it does nothing but sink you deeper into the dark pits of the lake. You scream but it only allows the water to penetrate your lungs faster, making it feel closer to death. You want to let the water in and let yourself die. Hopefully it is only moments away now.