Prologue

Ding......Ding......Ding

The old clock made the familiar sound making the person in front of it aware of the time.

It's 3 A.M. and some people call it Devil's Hour.

The sound brought the dazed man back to reality and a terror to his soul. Because he knew, it was time for her arrival. A woman whose beautiful green eyes are just as dangerous as the eyes of Medusa. Maybe hers are worse than Medusa because like Medusa she doesn't turn people to stone, she can make them crumble on her feet and beg for mercy.

But ironically, she doesn't have the word "mercy" in her dictionary for her prey.

The slow footsteps down the hall made the man flinch a little. But it also stimulated his determination to set his hands loose. Both of his wrists were already covered with blood from his previous tries which have already dried up. A new flow of the red liquid covered the dried ones and painted its new trail but his hands, as well as his legs, were still tired with cheap cable ties.

His mouth wasn't tied up but his throat was already as dry as a desert from all the screaming during the daytime. 

The cold floor he was lying on seemed even colder with each passing moment and as the footsteps drew near. His breathing was becoming heavier and more uneven as the seconds passed. The 'click' sound of the metal lock in the wooden door before him made him even more anxious. 

She's here.

The door opened in dramatically slow-motion making a long 'creak'. The man was wiggling his whole body, like a pitiful fish out of the water, just to get as far as he could from her. But it was no use.

Her shiny black high heels made a clicking sound in contact with the black cemented floor as she stepped her way into the dark spooky room. The first thing she did after entering the room was turning on the lights. 

The simple lights seemed like the blinding sunlight for the miserable man who was lying on the cold floor for more than five days now. It was his only source that helped him see what she’s going to do with him. Yet he wished he couldn’t.   

 

The woman slowly walked towards the poor man and crouched down before him. The black formal pants with a simple white designer top and Smokey makeup made her look like someone who came from a fashion show. But the man knew better. She is a psycho that has come to play with her prey. And this is her torturing outfit. 

After the first day, she started her little playtime with her prey and slowly pull out every single piece of his nails he thought about why she was doing this. But now after going through five inhuman torture sessions with her, his thoughts changed. The time he just lay on the cold cemented floor covered with his own blood, he uses that time to think, ‘why does she always wear the same white top? Is she dense enough not to notice the bloodstains?’ But then he figured out the most perfect and possible explanation. She’s must have wanted to show him how much blood he spilled over each torture session.

“Oh, today you are not even trying to scream. Did you finally accept your fate?” the woman asked as if she was genuinely curious.  

“W-why?” the man spoke with his hoarse voice. He felt like there are thorny stalks inside of his throat which pricked every time he tried to talk.

“Oh no, your voice is really hoarse today. And you must be thirsty too. If I don’t get you water now, I won’t be able to hear your beautiful scream today while we play.” her eyes showed concern, a genuine concern for her half-dead toy, a concern that her toy won’t be able to withstand her little fun tricks anymore and it will give up soon.

She quickly brought a new sealed water bottle for the man in front of her. She opened the bottle cap and held it in front of the wretched man in front of her but the man didn’t open his mouth. Because he knew, what she’s doing right now may seem kind and considerate but actually, she’s just doing it so that he can remain alive for her to mess up with his body more. He doesn’t know how long he can keep up with this psycho. How much longer will he have to withstand those pains for him to be finally free?   

“Come one drink up, you are too dehydrated. At this rate, you will die even before I start doing what I stored for you.” A creepy smiled curved on her bewitching face which led him to the misery he was facing now. At this point, her voice was starting to sound like a melody to the man, devil’s melody. As if she was the human form of the devil herself. Now he was convinced that the devil is not a man but a woman and she was crouching down in front of his very eyes. 

The woman tried to shove the water bottle in his mouth but the man was constantly resisting and turning his head side to side. The woman got furious with the constant resistance and forced the man’s jaws open. Then she forced him to drink the entire bottle. The man was too weak to put up a fight with her as there wasn’t anything left in his stomach to give him energy.  For the last five days, the only thing he had was pain water, and even more pain. At thing moment his stomach was literally eating itself just to stay alive. 

After forcing the man to gulp down the entire bottle of water she threw the plastic bottle and went outside. Before he could even think of escaping through the opened door, she came back with a big toolbox in her hands which are now covered with white disposable gloves. 

“Now then, shall we start today’s session?”  A smile of excitement light upon her dark red-tinted lips. And after that, only screams of misery could be heard from that dark room.