open: anyone! muse: melanie blake! plot: someone kidnapped mel. serial killer? stalker? i dunno. shit’s gunna be dark.
mel had no idea where she was when she woke. she was in a motel room, that much was certain as she sat up on the scratchy starched comforter. her head was throbbing, and all she could remember was the grocery store. she had paid. she went to her car and was loading in the stupid paper bags. had she finished loading them? had she made it into her car? she couldn’t remember, and trying to was making her head hurt more. fuck, what the fuck had happened to her?
she was still trying to piece things together when the sink in the next room, the bathroom perhaps, was turned off. she hadn’t even noticed it was on. and she had certainly not noticed that her hands were bound together. oh fuck. she was totally going to be murdered. fuck. fuck. fuck. she had watched enough horror movies and worked enough cases of her own to know better than to call out. instead, she tried to roll off the bed, maybe make it to the door before whoever was in here with her came back to finish her off.
