kit and a flashlight . As she turned it on , the beige haired male opened the box and pulled out a small bottle and opening it as the scent of vodka filled my nostrils .
“ Drink this .” Knowing of the calming effects of the alcohol , I took the bottle from his hand and chugged the substance , some of it dripping onto my blood-stained cerulean polo shirt . Drops also landed on my ragged jeans as I gave the empty bottle back to the young man , who was now wearing white rubber gloves .
“ This will hurt . Do not move .” The tangerine haired female had just finished threading the needle as my heart rate increased , knowing what will happen next . The maroon-eyed man took the small sewing needle and his fingers began pinching the exposed meat together , painful moans escaping my lips as I tried my hardest to keep from fidgeting and kicking his palms away from the wound .
“ Be quiet .” Emerald orbs glared at my suffering form as the puncture of the needle sent a strange and uncomfortable feeling shoot throughout my nerves . The feeling continued for a few long minutes until I heard the snap of the rubber gloves the beige haired male had been wearing .
“ It ’ s all over .” As I turned my head fully towards the ominous pair , the world around me soon became dark as the trunk slammed shut . My inability to move had me resort to screaming out for help . A long while after , my energy soon depleted to zero as my eyelids shut and my body began to finally rest .
I had woken up in my own home , on the couch that I was planning to replace . The window across from me showed no sign of sunlight , I suspect I was asleep for two or three hours . Sitting upward , I noticed I was in no pain . Unbuttoning the two buttons at the bottom of my new white polo , I pulled back to see only a light scar and butterfly stitches following it . My breaths quickened as I checked my phone . No one called , however there was a voicemail from an unknown number . I touched the play button and put the smartphone on speaker .
“ Hello , Miss ‘ Chocolate Maker .’” At the sound of the voice , I immediately froze in fear . It was the voice of that man with deep red eyes . What scared me most is that he knew my occupation and possibly my address .
“ How ya feelin ’? I hope I was able to help you feel so much better .” The mocking tone of his voice didn ' t sound like the way he did when he healed me . I kept listening closely .
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