Trapped- Prologue- Rough Draft

7 years ago...

Kacy eyes slowly opened, revealing black everywhere. She was cramped, all rolled up in to a small ball. What?

Kacy's 7 year old mind was abuzz, confused thoughts were going through her head. Where am I? Why am I here? She tried to remember something, a person, a thing, anything, but every bit of her memory seemed to have  just disappeared. The only thing she could grasp was a image of a woman. Who is it? Is it someone I know?  The woman looked scared, frightened. Kacy wished she could hold that person tight. She wished she could hold anyone tight. She wanted human contact to know she wasn't alone. Then Kacy let the image disappear once again from her head and tried to think of what it meant, who it was, and when it happened.

She stretched out her legs as far as she could, which wasn't very far, an heard a small "klang" when she couldn't stretch any further. Curious about the sound, she tried to touch the sides of the dmdll area. Metal bars. WHERE AM I?!  Kacy tried to lean her head on something, but every position was so uncomfortable.

Kacy rolled on to her side, her legs curled up to her chest. She then noticed something faintly glowing on her arm. There was three tubes, all of the disappearing in to her arm. The tubes were connected to a plastic bag. Inside the bag was a sizzling blue liquid.  Kacy poked the bag, wondering what it was, but lifted her finger immediately. It was burning hot. Her finger stung so badly she thought it might be on fire. To stop the pain, Kacy tried sucking on her finger, doing very little to ease the pain. But if this hurts my finger so much, why doesn't hurt my arm? 

It all seemed to strange for Kacy to process, so instead of thinking, she just looked. Under the bag, which she managed to move by twisting her arm, was...a scale? Or it was what she thought to be a scale. It was the colour of the liquid. She caressed the surface of her arm where the so-thought-scale was, and became even more puzzled as she found it very cold.

But how could that be? It was right under the bag!

Her mind shifted from being confused to very confused. Questions were gathering in her and she wanted to ask someone what was going on. Because, exactly what was going on?

Until now, Kacy hadn't realized the gnawing in her stomach. She was hungry. Really hungry. She wanted to scream. Badly. She wanted to cry for help, but she was unsure anyone would come, seeing that this house seemed abandoned. She was most likely was alone.  Ahhhh! 

But with a hopeful mind, she did scream. As loud as she could possibly manage, since her voice was hoarse. 

"Help!" she cried, trying to see in the dim light. Unexpected footsteps came in to earshot. Kacy squinched to see if she could make out a silouhette, and she could after a few moments. A tall one. She squinched even more to see some more detailed, but none appeared in the dark room.

"Who are you?" asked Kacy in a hushed voice. The person stepped forward.

"I, my dear, am Mr. Briggs," said a deep man voice. Mr. Briggs, snapped his fingers and a light turned on. Kacy finally was able to see where she was. She was in a large cage, and the room was red. Thats all it seemed to be. Red curtains, red couches, red chairs, red floor, red walls. Red.

"How did you do that?" she gasped, glaring at the ceiling. When she finished examining the room, she looked to the man to see what he looked like. He was bald, and tall. He had dark brown eyes that were nearly black. Like a black hole that'd suck you right in. He wore nothing but black, except for his slightly intimidating red tie. Kacy shuddered.

"Why am I hear?" asked Kacy, almost to quiet for her to even hear herself. 

"That'll be kept a secret, sweetheart. Alright?" said Mr. Briggs. Kacy shivered a bit from the way he said "sweetheart". The way it slithered off his tongue. The way he smiled as he said it. It all creeped Kacy out. Now she wanted to scream, "Help!", but resisted the temptation.

Mr. Briggs smile looked like he was forcing it. But yet,, she could tell he genuinely felt happy. Creepily happy. He reached down in to a pocket of his black pants and lifted a key out. 

"Kacy, you will be able to roam this mansion until we can free you. That sound good sweetheart?" Mr. Briggs smirked, and Kacy felt her head nodding, even though she didn't want to agree to this. Why would I be stuck   here? When will they let me go? Who are they? Mr. Briggs spoke again in a soft purr. "Alright then. See you later sweetheart."

Then he squatted down, and unlocked the cage. Kacy uncomfortably wiggled out of the cage, then collapsed on the ground. She felt like a snail as she ever so slowly pulled herself up on to her feet. She yawned, quietly. 

"Okay sweetheart. Now that you are out, go sit in that chair over there," said Mr. Briggs as he pointed to a red velvet chair that looked quite comfy and appealing to Kacy.

"Okay," she whispered, as she started stepping towards the chair. Kacy didn't even think that about the possible dangers of this chair. She was so tired all of the sudden, she just sat down with a big "thud". The chair was just as comfy as it looked. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Okay, bye sweetheart!" said Mr. Briggs. "Oh, and you might feel some tingling in you arm." He pushed a button on a remote he was holding and Kacy felt cold liquid enter her body. 

She just barely saw Mr. Briggs exit the room with a smile when she fell unconscious.