His breath smelt of rotten flesh and I jerked my head back from his whiskered mouth. I could barely make out his face, but I knew right away he wasn’t a looker. I glanced up, so I wouldn’t have to stare him directly in the eyes. I then noticed my arms were straight up in the air, parallel to each other. They were roped at my wrist and my hands were clenched close. I couldn’t open them. I tried touching my feet to the ground, but they were roped as well. I turned my focus back to the man and still could barely make out much.
Whisker Mouth: If you haven’t noticed Mister Hayden, which I’m sure you haven’t, we’re in an abandoned warehouse. And I’m assuming you’re not sure of who I am, but in time you will remember me. That should be the least of your worries Mr. Hayden, because it won’t really matter. After I’m done here, you’ll want to forget I ever existed. You won’t be able to though. I promise you that much. This moment will always haunt you for the better. You may not understand it now, but once it’s all said and done, you will. Everything in your life will come into perspective.
Arran Hayden: My life is already in perspective, you sick fuck! What makes you think that once I escape from these ropes, I won’t hunt you down? What makes you think you’re invincible? You hide behind the darkness, a coward. You remind me of man who I know nothing about, besides that fact. He too has been broken down. Eleven times to be exact and I’m going to make it twelve. You will be just as easy! It’ll be you who’ll understand why people like you have no power. It’ll explain why your life isn’t what it should’ve been. It’s because you’re weak and not capable of handling your own life.
Finally, my vision cleared. I realized the man was taller and larger than I had once thought. He was standing over a table with a lamp hanging above it. He rummaged through some of the items scattered on the table. Stopping, he picked one up and turned back around. His whole face was infested with wires. They hung down past his chin and I almost vomited. He began walking towards me and I could feel the smirk on his face widening. He snapped together a pair of pliers and I winced. He stood in front of me and slowly traced them over my body.
Whisker Mouth: Deep down inside, we both know you’re not getting out of those ropes. Stop fooling yourself Mister Hayden into believing we’re nothing alike. We both like to inflict pain and ruin people’s lives. That’s what you did to Mister Pierce. You took his daughter away from him. That’s what you’re doing to Mister Badson now. He may think he has the upper hand, but he is wrong. I know you have some kind of leverage he doesn’t know about. Am I right? Wait, why am I even asking you? I already know everything about you. I even know your weaknesses, but enough talk. I’m tired of it. I’m going to let these do the talking.
I could feel the pliers digging into my midsection. I wanted to scream, but I wasn’t going to give this son of a bitch the pleasure. I gritted my teeth and he squeezed them harder. Giving up, he pulled them out of my side. He then attached them to a few strands of my hair and ripped them out. I screamed and he smiled. He went to do again and I screamed before he could. He chuckled to himself and dropped the pliers to the floor. He circled around me and yanked my head back. I could feel the wires rubbing against my ears.
Whisker Mouth: Do you understand why you should be scared of me? Obviously you don’t Mister Hayden! Obviously, you’re not hearing me! Obviously, you’d rather be free than learn a lesson. Is that what you want? Would it make you happy? Of course it would! You want to be with your loved ones. Don’t you? Your beautiful Theresa. Yes, I know about her. I know about your sister. I know about your best friend. I even know about that place you work at. Sin! Whoever came up with that is a fucking genius, not any of those people on that roster know Sin more than you Mister Hayden. That is why it is you here and not them.
He shoved my head forward and walked away to the table. He picked up a knife and came back to cut me down. I fell to my knees and coughed uncontrollably. He kicked me down onto my back and stared down at me. He snarled and kicked me again as I tried to stand up. He sat on top of me and slid the knife under my throat. He hesitated for a second and then slammed his head down into mine. That was the last thing I remembered. I awoke on the highway with no clothing. My cell phone rested on my chest. The asshole had the nerve to leave me with something useful. I took it off my chest and stood up. Right before I went to call for help, it ranged. The number was private and I knew exactly who it was, so I answered it.
Arran Hayden: Listen you bastard! You may think you're smart and can fuck with me anytime you want, but you’re wrong! I know what you look like and you can bet your ass I’ll find you! I will find you and kill you! You hear me!
The line went dead and it began again. A tear of blood rolled from my eyes and I fell back to my knees. I could barely breathe and I quickly dialed 911. Next my cell phone dropped from my hand and I blacked out.