Chapter 37: Fear

SIEVE woke up lying on an old thin mattress inside a dimly lit rundown barn not knowing what time or day it was. She notices her wrists and ankles are chained, and her mouth is covered. The chains on her ankles are tied on the pillar of the barn. When she searches for the direction of the chains on her wrist, her face turns pale.

The chain is connected to a tractor...

Soon she hears footsteps, her heart pounds as the steps grow louder and louder. The masked man then took the mattress underneath her, forcing her to roll out and drop on the cold hard floor.

She was lying on her back when the man walked towards the tractor. She started to yell when she heard him turning it on. In her mind, one sudden movement of the tractor could tear her in half.

The man turned the tractor and put it in reverse. This made the chains pull her body, she felt the tension on her wrists and ankles as if she was being ripped apart. She started to whimper in pain, she could feel the chains tearing into her skin, and her body almost lifted off the ground. Terrifying scenes are flashing on her mind, from being stabbed to death, torn into pieces, and even burnt alive. Her breath rapidly increased as her fear grew stronger by the minute.

Fortunately, the man moved the tractor a bit forward. Though her body is lying straight on the floor, her hands stretched above her head, it’s much better than what she experienced earlier.

The masked man then walks towards her holding a pair of scissors. He stared at her dark brown eyes, with a deranged look. His deep blue eyes felt like an endless void waiting to drown her. He tilted his head to the side, then sat on her chest. He stared at her while waving the scissors in front of her, and tilting his head from one side to the other, mockingly grinning at her. He held the cold metal scissors against her skin while moving it slowly from her cheek to her neck.

He could see how her movements were put to a halt, she even softened her breathing and noticed how she gently swallowed her spit.

She felt the cold sharp metal moving slowly around her body. All she could do was to stay still even though her heart was racing and a vision of being stabbed multiple times played in her mind. She calms herself as if nothing dangerous is happening.

He then proceeds to cut her clothes while staring directly at her eyes, showing her that he is in control of her and there is nothing she can do. He slowly cut her shirt, then her skirt and her underwear, and folded them nicely. He then removes her boots and socks and sets them neatly aside.

She’s now completely naked. He stared at her feet, held her foot tightly and moved the scissors in between her toes as if choosing which one to cut.

This frightened her as she could feel the sharp edge of the scissors against her toe and on top of that her naked body was now lying on the cold hard floor. Her body began to feel the cold and she shivered. She's not even sure if it's the floor, the scissors or the pure terror she is experiencing that is making her shiver.

She started to tear up and prepared herself for the extreme pain of losing a toe or even a foot, but it never came.

What came was a metal rod tracing and poking her body as if she’s a barbecue that needs to be skewered. Soon the man stood up and walked away from her, giving her a slight wave of relief.

“I don’t think I’m kidnapped,” she thought to herself. Soon an old rug from afar caught her sight. She then remembered the news a week ago.

**There’s a serial killer on the loose. His victims are female around their 20-30s. He tortures, rapes and kills them, covers their bodies in an old rug and throws their bodies in the ravine.**

“So this is how I die?” She says to herself while tears run down her face as she smiles bitterly, accepting her fate. Shortly, she hears footsteps and the sound of metal wheels being pushed in her direction. It was the masked man, and he was pushing a trolley that had a metal stand in it, a camera set and a huge mirror.

He set up the camera 6 feet away in front of her. The camera light and flash were on and blinding her. She closes her eyes and tries to adjust her sight. He adjusted her chains, so she could now sit. Shortly after, he set up the metal rack, in a deep husky voice he said, "This is an animal breeding stand." He then picks her up and puts her on the stand in a crawling position, then straps her neck and torso to the breeding stand. She winces as he ties her securely to the metal stand. The coldness of it made her skin crawl.

She wants to fight back, but she’s still dizzy and weak from the drugs he gave her.

Soon the man started caressing her back, tracing her spine. She can’t feel any warmth from his hands since he’s wearing surgical gloves. He then removes the tape and the cloth inside her mouth. He then brushed her hair using his hands and tied it in a braid. He stroked the bruises on her face, neck, and back, then says, "Aren’t you a naughty gal?"

She wanted to speak but was unable to form any words. The drugs still hadn't fully worn off. Every time he touches her, she feels disgusted that she wants to throw up. Her mind is racing and thinking about how to get out of the situation or at least come out alive.

She was brought back to reality when he started spanking her, then slowly groping her privates and poking her holes.

He then roughly entered her from behind. She starts yelling, but her voice still hasn’t come back, all she can do is whimper in agony and wish that he'd finish soon.

She lowered her head to hide her face from the camera, but he pulled her braid, so she'd directly stare at it. She soon sees her own reflection in the mirror beside the camera and the only thing that she felt other than disgust is embarrassment. He tied her up in an animal breeding stand like she was one of the farm animals, and he wanted her to watch as he violated her.

"This person is sick to the core," she said to herself as tears run down her face. She could feel her behind being stretched out, and it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. She closes her eyes, to avoid seeing herself in the mirror, and thinks about how to get back to this man.