This month I’m taking part in the A-Z Challenge! Which means I’ll be writing 26 posts (on set days through the month) each one corresponding to a letter of the alphabet. Today is day 20, which means letter T, and we’re in the final week of the challenge!

My theme for the month is: Secret Diary Of A Serial Killer. Each post will be a new chapter in the story – I’m really excited to finally get this novel idea out of my head and into words. I hope you enjoy it! πŸ™‚

Previous Chapter: Surprise Start from A: Anna

Β 

Trapped

The sound of a dripping tap filled my head. My thoughts were a blur at first, but I could still hear that damn tap dripping.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

I tried to open my eyes but didn’t have the energy. So I lay there, feeling something cold and rough beneath my fingertips – concrete.

As the mind-fog began to lift things started coming back to me. Following Capinski to a house – his house he said, but was that true? Then going into the cellar thinking I had the upper hand. I grimaced at how stupid I’d been.

Smells started to come to me – the subtle earthiness of the woods outside was quickly overpowered by the lemony scent of cleaning supplies.

Slowly I opened one eye, just a crack. The cellar was dimly lit by a lantern in the far corner. I opened my other eye and got acclimated to the light.

In the middle of the room was a large wooden work bench, with something on top of it. I tried to sit up but the movement made my head spin so I lay flat again.

The doors leading to outside were closed. I slowly moved my head slightly to see around the room fully, and realised I was alone.

Carefully I shuffled my back up the wall so I was sitting. My head protested but there wasn’t time to wait for it to get back to normal.

I fished around in my pockets, he’d taken my phone and keys. And my wallet, which reinforced that he wasn’t planning for me to leave here alive. Then I remembered the trackers. I slid my hand into my back pocket and came up empty, cursing to myself.

Then I smiled a little, wondering what must be going through his head finding a second tracking device – Johnny’s – in my pocket.

There was the metallic sound of a padlock outside the doors. Then some scuffling noises before one door opened. I stayed sitting – just thinking about trying to lie down again was giving me a headache.

Capinski walked down the stairs, closing the cellar door behind him. He looked so calm.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw me. β€œYou metabolized that quickly.”

I tried to speak but all that came out of my mouth was, β€œUrrhhhh.”

He laughed. β€œOr maybe not so quickly. It’s strong stuff, I’d be impressed if you weren’t affected by it. But as usual, you aren’t impressive.”

He crouched down in front of me. So close I wanted to reach out and choke him to death, but I couldn’t be sure my arms would react properly, so I waited.

β€œI never would have expected you were into incest,” he said, his voice filled with disgust.

Johnny, I thought. He must have seen us kissing at the bus station.

I blinked, not giving him the satisfaction of my failure to talk again. But my mind was racing – would Capinski go after Johnny next?

He stood and paced around. β€œSeems your brother,” he put air quotes around the word brother, β€œDidn’t trust you either,” Capinski said, and laughed. β€œHe slipped a tracking device in your pocket. But don’t worry, I’ve taken care of it.”

Capinski crouched down in front of me again, and ran a finger down my cheek. β€œHe won’t be bothering us any time soon.”

Next Chapter: Under

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