Charlotte's p.o.v

"Thanks you are back. How was the journey, my little doll?" I heard the familiar voice as if it was a mile away. l slowly opened my eyes to recover from the deep slumber.

I sneezed as l inhaled the strange air that comprised of a mixture of some dump and rotten tree trunks into my lungs. The room was dimly lit and a man in a long black leather trench towered over me.

I tried to reconnect the scenes of the last few hours but my head dissappointed me only bolts of pain sprung up from the temples.

I slowly raised my head and found myself staring at his irritated face with the usual smile. The smile that was the obvious sign of death to whomever was in his hands.

It was me with a special 'appointment' with the man l had called a husband for just a few months ago. Whatever anyone said about him, l had come to realize it is true.

I was now the sample for him to demonstrate his madness. The events now flashed through my subconscious mind like a television set with unsteady signal. As if eve