She realized she was sitting down. She tried to get up but to no avail. She looked at her legs and saw her ankles were painfully bounded together by electrical rope. She tried moving her hands, but her hands were also bounded by rope on each side of the chair. She struggled to free her right hand, the cord cutting into her wrists until the armrest was stained with her blood.
She could feel her heart in her throat. She had never been so scared in her life. She looked around the garage for something she might use, but nothing was within reach. For a moment, her nervousness was lost by the sight of the white and blue tiles in the garage wall. She had seen this place many times before, even when tonight was the first time she ever set foot in it. This garage was the source of all her nightmares.
She heard footsteps coming down the staircase and into the garage. She gulped down hard when she saw her captor, all dressed in black, rubber gloves placed neatly on its hands.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked her subjugator as she kept struggling to free her arm.
The person just smiled and walked to a closet. As the closet door opened, she saw the body of a very familiar woman on the floor. It was ominously still, and by the way her face was twisted in a painful grimace, it had not been a pretty death.
Out of the closet her attacker took a camera, a Sony XT-500 Hi-8 model, and set the tripod three feet away from the woman in the chair. She watched the person turned on the camera and adjusted the focus. Her captor was smiling while looking at her thru the camera lenses. Her assailant walked back to the closet and came out with a 9-inch knife, licking the blade reverently.
At that moment, she realized what was going on. She was going to star in one of her worst nightmares. She should be panicked, but she knew it was too late for that. Instead, numbness set in her mind and in her heart, steadying her spirit. She took a deep breath and fixed her chocolate eyes in the camera. She concentrated in the red signal light that signaled the tape was rolling. Somehow, the familiarity of it helped her say her next words.
My name is Grace Yip.
and I'm going to die?