Pearced (67 page)

Daniel.

Daniel.

Daniel? Where are his soft strong hands, his clever fingers and his warm heavy toned body.

I open my eyes again, the smell has dissipated and disappeared. My bonds are biting into me and my wrist is sore from struggling.  This isn’t how I imagined it.  I’m cold, very cold, and naked, I’m lying on a bare mattress that sits on a flagstone floor, a single window high above in the wall letting light in.  I can’t move. I can’t speak.  Dirty, its dirty in here, I don’t like it.

My wrist vibrates a series of times, a code? I must have just pressed something and set off an alarm my Dad set when it was his watch, I miss him.  So complicated this device, like a scientific calculator, its four layers of face twist and click into place depending on the task you want it to perform. But the only task it performs now is telling me the time.  My Dad, he was a scientist, and his gold watch never left his wrist, when he died it was all I asked Mum for, it meant a lot to me she let me have it.  Henry had the guitars, and records, I had the watch.    It’s quite ugly and bloody huge, especially swinging on my tiny wrist, but it comforts me.

It shudders once more in a series of three beeps and is then quiet. The face lights up in
an instant, the top two layers twist, the mechanisms sound like a safe cracker working on a combination. Then it stops.  It’s never done this before, I’m quite intrigued.

Why am I so sleepy?

The watch face fades away and the dial and numbers are replaced with a message.

Where am I? Tom. C

What! Dad?! I frantically try to fiddle with it, but my shackles restrict my movements and I can’t reach one hand to another. For what seems like ages I struggle to free one hand and try to answer the text, I hear a loud hissing from a vent above me, and a vapour comes down toward me, and instantly I feel sick and sleepy, and in a few seconds I am consumed in a welcome soft blanket of darkness and soft sedation.

...who’s fed the hors…e…..s?

...TUNE-IN NEXT TIME FOR 'PEARCED TOO' the sequel.

…and get that kettle on too x