Where am I? Hatch thought. His eyes were covered, but he could tell it was night. The last place he’d been was his office. From the feel of his back, he could tell that he was on a floor. It was cold, but his face was sweaty. His heartbeat raced with the confusion.
“Where am I?” he shouted this time. He heard footsteps approach quickly, but they stopped feet from him.
“You’re where you belong,” a voice answered with a chuckle.
“Cole, you piece of shit,” he roared, kicking his legs and slamming his feet on the ground that were tied up around the ankles.
“Oh come now, Felix. It takes one to know one,” Cole chuckled, kneeling closer to Hatch.
“Who paid you to do this? Was it my wife?” he asked his capture and someone he thought was an ally.
“No,” Cole answered. He stood up straight, then continued as he walked away, “This was all done for fun. Enjoy the darkness.” The door closed on the room and Cole was gone.
“You bastard,” he shouted, feeling his hands tied around his back. He was on the ground, and the room he was in was smelly. It reminded him of horses. A neigh from a distance told him he must be in some stable. He wondered if one of the hands could be bribed.
“Help, someone help,” he shouted. A minute later the door opened and heavy footsteps came closer. He tried opening his eyes, but felt the pull of the tape on his skin.
“Be fucking quiet,” another male voice said. He didn’t recognize the voice, but he didn’t have time to think about it either because he was knocked out.
It was light outside when Hatch woke up in the same smelly stall with his eyes still covered and his hands still tied up. His mouth was dry and he felt a shiver coming over him. The cold air of the night had taken over his body. The pounding in his head reminded him that he’d been hit pretty damn hard last night. Fucking bastards. I have to find a way out of this.
“Oh, you’re finally awake. I guess he knocked your ass out good. I told him that he’d better not have killed your old, out of shape ass,” Cole scoffed.
“Who are you?” Hatch gritted angrily.
“That’s a good question, isn’t it? I gave you many opportunities to guess.” The snark was thick in the air.
“The letters?” Through his pain, he managed to think it out.
“See, you’re not as stupid as you act.” Cole laughed maniacally, sending even more trepidation. “The thing is, not all your victims died. Maybe you should have tried harder.” He slapped him across the head, whipping Felix’s head around.
Grunting and groaning, he took a moment to get his bearings again. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“I swear, you have got to be the stupidest asshole around. What I want—is for you to suffer. I don’t have all the time in the world, so it’ll have to be quicker than the suffering you put me through, but I’ll try to do my best.” Cole’s ominous words sent the color from his face.
“Why don’t you just kill me already?” he asked, his words filled with angry frustration.
“That’s too easy and you don’t deserve it.” Hatch could hear his footsteps move away from him.
“Wait, you can’t leave me here,” he shouted with a plea in his tone. Cole turned and glared at him. His whining only made his anger grow.
“Actually, I can, but I’m not leaving you just yet.” He walked back towards Hatch, scrapping a chair along the ground. Cole grabbed Hatch’s arm hard, and lifted him up onto the chair. Once he was seated, Cole pulled the duct tape off Hatch’s eyes with too much pleasure. Hatch screamed loudly, almost waking the dead.
Cole sat on the chair that he already had there directly across from his prisoner. From the smile on his face, the fun was only just beginning.