Post by Nadir on Oct 14, 2020 21:29:33 GMT -5
THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP
You feel the vehicle shudder under it as it passes over whatever it was that it just passed over. You assume train tracks. At least that’s always how it’s portrayed in the movies. It’s hard to tell if that’s accurate from what you assume is the bottom of a car trunk. Seeing that you’re blindfolded, you can’t tell.
“Seeing that you’re blindfolded” you think to yourself. “If that’s not an ironic choice of words…”
You feel the car slowly rumble to a stop. You feel the parking break engage and then the doors open. The vibration that’s caused when they close reverberates through you.
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...crunch.
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...crunch.
“Is that one or two people?”
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...
Jingling keys.
Click.
The shrill creak of the opening trunk feels like a screwdriver in your ears. You ponder that thought when the world suddenly explodes like a supernova in your eyes. Once it clears, you wish that you’d stayed blinded.
“Our friend is awake.” The smile is as insincere as the pleasure in the voice of your tormentor.
He pauses and looks up and out over the drivers side of the vehicle, then points back at you.
“He’s awake.”
“I’ve noticed.” is the almost immediate growl of reply. “Roaches thrive in darkness.”
The voice is rough, like sandpaper and unmistakably hostile. Whoever that captor is, he doesn’t like you. The blonde chortles in reply. Sadistically, like a torture killer who’s gleefully awaiting the joy he feels at the next life he takes. He looks back down at you. You wish he hadn’t.
“It's no wonder you're so popular at parties. Always with the insightful factoids” he opines with a smirk. “My friend here and I had a bet going on whether or not you’d remain cooperative for the length of our journey. Regrettably, you didn’t. No, like an intemperate child, you had to throw a hopeless little tantrum.”
“Our guest is lacking in manners.” the other one hisses coldly. “I would strangle him for less.”
He sounded so angry. Every word dripped with avarice and ire.
It’s at that time that your knee and the bottom of your foot begins to throb uncontrollably.
“Don't mind him. Long car rides make him cranky. So do bad manners.” the blonde offers before pausing. "Now that I think about it, everything makes him cranky."
He looks down at you as his countenance finally matches his tone.
"Was it really necessary to scuff up the inside of the trunk lid?"
He sounds like a father scolding his child as he points at the spot where your feet have left their mark.
“That's going to cost us.” he says irritably. “Which means it’s going to cost you.”
His tone is almost pouty, which strikes you as more than a little ironic in the moment. You want to laugh at how childish he sounds.
At least until he says “you”. There’s such an undertone of malice in how he says it.
“God, my knee hurts…”
“Not only was it rude.” he gripes. “It was stupid. You clearly hurt yourself.”
He clearly doesn't care that you did, just that it might inconvenience him. He pauses as the other person with him says something, although he says it low enough that it’s inaudible. The blonde finally looks at you.
“Your crime isn’t that you’re double talking fraud,” He explains almost blithely. “It’s that every so often, in moments of sheer arrogance, that you’d let your ‘innocent, gentle-natured good guy’ façade slip. Something would come out that everyone would walk back as ‘the heat of the moment’ because you’re ‘just too nice’ to mean what you said.”
"What?" The abruptness momentarily confuses you. "Where the hell did that come from?"
He smiles casually.
"You've been dying to know that." He pauses and then giggles to himself. "Well, not literally yet, but you catch my drift."
He shakes his head incredulously.
“We know better.”
His voice drips with disdain and condemnation.
“What we do to you, we do for others.”
The smile on his face is absolutely terrifying.
“What we do to others who lie and abuse the faith and loyalty of others as you do...”
He reaches over you and grabs the top of the trunk.
“Will experience their nadir.”
SLAM.
THUMP THUMP
You feel the vehicle shudder under it as it passes over whatever it was that it just passed over. You assume train tracks. At least that’s always how it’s portrayed in the movies. It’s hard to tell if that’s accurate from what you assume is the bottom of a car trunk. Seeing that you’re blindfolded, you can’t tell.
“Seeing that you’re blindfolded” you think to yourself. “If that’s not an ironic choice of words…”
You feel the car slowly rumble to a stop. You feel the parking break engage and then the doors open. The vibration that’s caused when they close reverberates through you.
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...crunch.
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...crunch.
“Is that one or two people?”
Crunch, crunch.
Crunch...
Jingling keys.
Click.
The shrill creak of the opening trunk feels like a screwdriver in your ears. You ponder that thought when the world suddenly explodes like a supernova in your eyes. Once it clears, you wish that you’d stayed blinded.
“Our friend is awake.” The smile is as insincere as the pleasure in the voice of your tormentor.
He pauses and looks up and out over the drivers side of the vehicle, then points back at you.
“He’s awake.”
“I’ve noticed.” is the almost immediate growl of reply. “Roaches thrive in darkness.”
The voice is rough, like sandpaper and unmistakably hostile. Whoever that captor is, he doesn’t like you. The blonde chortles in reply. Sadistically, like a torture killer who’s gleefully awaiting the joy he feels at the next life he takes. He looks back down at you. You wish he hadn’t.
“It's no wonder you're so popular at parties. Always with the insightful factoids” he opines with a smirk. “My friend here and I had a bet going on whether or not you’d remain cooperative for the length of our journey. Regrettably, you didn’t. No, like an intemperate child, you had to throw a hopeless little tantrum.”
“Our guest is lacking in manners.” the other one hisses coldly. “I would strangle him for less.”
He sounded so angry. Every word dripped with avarice and ire.
It’s at that time that your knee and the bottom of your foot begins to throb uncontrollably.
“Don't mind him. Long car rides make him cranky. So do bad manners.” the blonde offers before pausing. "Now that I think about it, everything makes him cranky."
He looks down at you as his countenance finally matches his tone.
"Was it really necessary to scuff up the inside of the trunk lid?"
He sounds like a father scolding his child as he points at the spot where your feet have left their mark.
“That's going to cost us.” he says irritably. “Which means it’s going to cost you.”
His tone is almost pouty, which strikes you as more than a little ironic in the moment. You want to laugh at how childish he sounds.
At least until he says “you”. There’s such an undertone of malice in how he says it.
“God, my knee hurts…”
“Not only was it rude.” he gripes. “It was stupid. You clearly hurt yourself.”
He clearly doesn't care that you did, just that it might inconvenience him. He pauses as the other person with him says something, although he says it low enough that it’s inaudible. The blonde finally looks at you.
“Your crime isn’t that you’re double talking fraud,” He explains almost blithely. “It’s that every so often, in moments of sheer arrogance, that you’d let your ‘innocent, gentle-natured good guy’ façade slip. Something would come out that everyone would walk back as ‘the heat of the moment’ because you’re ‘just too nice’ to mean what you said.”
"What?" The abruptness momentarily confuses you. "Where the hell did that come from?"
He smiles casually.
"You've been dying to know that." He pauses and then giggles to himself. "Well, not literally yet, but you catch my drift."
He shakes his head incredulously.
“We know better.”
His voice drips with disdain and condemnation.
“What we do to you, we do for others.”
The smile on his face is absolutely terrifying.
“What we do to others who lie and abuse the faith and loyalty of others as you do...”
He reaches over you and grabs the top of the trunk.
“Will experience their nadir.”
SLAM.