A gruesome tale- Chapter four

The man he had taken earlier was laying prone one the operating table he had salvaged from a disused hospital once, he was breathing steadily and was beginning to wake up. His abductor strolled into the room wearing a clown’s mask and carrying a large, decorative chair. He placed the chair next to the mans head and donned a large plastic crown. He sat back lazily in the chair and waited for his victim to regain consciousness.
Andreas’ eyes flickered open and he tried to figure out where he was, his back felt cold and he realised that he was without a shirt, the walls around him were aesthetically clean but he could not place the smell that invaded his nostrils.
“Am I in hospital? What happened?” He asked no-one in particular, to his surprise, he received an answer from his right hand side. The answer was no. He looked at the figure sat beside him, but it was silhouetted by a large light from behind, it appeared to be sat in a huge, fancy chair.
“What’s going on?” He asked the figure. He managed to make out the man's hand moving upwards and frowned, the man’s fingers snapped and the room was filled with an even brighter light and the mans face was now clearly visible, but he was wearing a clown mask!
The man jumped from the chair and shoved his face right into his own.
“This is what’s going on buddy!” He shouted maniacally as he pulled out a blood-encrusted knife and held it in front of his face.
Andreas tried to get away from the man, but he was chained to the cold metal table he seemed to be lying on. This is insane, he thought, was this some kind of joke?! This couldn’t be happening right now, it was his daughter’s birthday tomorrow, and he had to get to New York by tomorrow morning.
He was being filled with a sensation, having the man tied to the table, under his control, it rushed through the body of the killer as he teased the man with the knife, occasionally breaking the skin, bringing yelps of pain from the deputy. He quickly became bored with the game, and decided to put the man into “The room”
Andreas realised that this was not a game, and shouted for help, but the man in the mask placed tape over his mouth and began to wheel him out of the room, and into a completely dark one. He panicked.
The man began to struggle furiously when he was moved, and the table rocked as he carted it away. He pulled out of the dark room and decided to really test the man. He moved him to the death pit.1

Derek Andrews was furious, how could the man get away? With a deputy! He stormed into his office and began making calls; every police officer in town was called up in the search for Andreas. After informing everyone, he sat in his chair and vented his frustration on the computer by bashing the keyboard repetitively until the keys began to fall out. He sighed and tried to contact Andreas again via his cell phone. He stopped mid-dial and thought for a second. His Radio! He grabbed his radio and tuned into Andreas’ frequency, but all he got was a weird sound, like when you cart a shopping trolley over concrete or something, he was about to give up on the deputy when he heard a muffled screaming. He stopped and listened again for what he thought he had just heard. It came again, and it sounded as if his deputy was gagged or taped. He tried to talk to the man but the radio must have its button pushed down somehow, so he could not contact him.2

As he was being wheeled away from the dark room, the table jolted on the floor and he felt a sharp pain on his hipbone, he quickly realised that it was his radio and he shifted to try and press the button to transmit, but he couldn’t remember if it was even on, he couldn’t even remember how he got into this place. His mind was taken off the subject when he entered another dark room, he couldn’t see anything, but he could hear the man in the mask moving around.3

Derek noticed the change on the radio and clicked the button, and got a transmission!
“Andreas, are you there?” “Andreas, do you copy?” He almost commanded the deputy to answer, he got an answer all right, but it was not Andreas.4

The man plucked the radio from his belt and waved it in front of him
“You want to talk to your little friends? Huh? I think I’ll do the talking” he whispered and pushed the button to transmit.
“Hello Derek, I’ve missed you”
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