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THE ROOM
She lay helpless on the cold cement floor.There was no light, no sound, no nothing.She tried to move but very soon found her arms handcuffed and also her feet.She tried to move from side to side and also found that was no good as it appeared that she was attached to the floor in some fashion.She was unsure how long she lay there.She had very few memories of how she got here.The last thing she knew for sure was that she was coming out of work at the bank.She had worked very late on the books and it was quite dark when she left.The security guard offered to walk her to her car but she told him not to bother, said goodnight and walked to the parking garage to go home.She was just getting to her car and had dropped the keys as she tried to find the door key.Then a very brief moment where it seemed something was across her face,she tried to breath and felt her legs give out.She knew nothing more of how or why she now lay in this place but she was very scared.
A single light came on from directly above her,blinding her.As her eyes became used to the light she looked around and her heart sank and the pit in her stomach grew very tight.
A voice spoke from it seemed nowhere and everywhere,"Good evening Nora" was all he said.
She tried to speak but had a very bad taste in her mouth.All she could get out was "Where am I?"
For a long time nothing happened and then he spoke again,"In Hell" was all he said and the light turned off.
She started to scream "who are you,why am I here please let me go" but slience was all she got back.
His name was Bill.He was 35 about 6 feet tall with just a bit of extra around the middle but nothing much,,just a bit of padding.He had brown hair,blue eyes,and always thought of himself as not bad looking but knew he was no Tom Cruise or Harrison Ford.That was ok with him because he thought that looking like that seemed to have more troubles then it was worth.
He was never married,had no kids and just a few friends but they were close friends.He had a very good job and all that came with that,a nice house,car clothes,and was never worried about how the phone bill or the gas bill would get paid.He had had a few women in his life.All he cared very much for and they seemed to care very much for him but something always led to them breaking up.They got bored with him or found something better them him because he liked to stay home and read or watch science programs on tv or use his compiter to search the internet for things he found that held some sort of interest to him.That had lost him a few women in the past.He didnt like going to the clubs or things like that as he did not drink or "party" like most men his age.Because of this his relationships never lasted too long.He was quiet,did not like the fast pace it seemed everyone was always going so he again was alone.
His parents were gone now,They had him late in life and they had no other children.That to was ok with him.They always cared for him, never abused him and he was always well fed,clean and had a roof over his head.He had always done well in school,Made the top of his classes but never really did anything except clubs like the chess club or the science club.Put that all together and what did you get-a nerd-the only thing he did not have was the pocket protector and he would have been the poster child for for the geek squad.Collage was almost the same way .He always did well but never did much to loose the nerd image.He had studied computers as at that time they were just getting started so he got in on the ground floor.Back then in collage you had to be rich to have a computer in your home but now all you needed was a desk and a phone connection and the world was yours.He turned the knowledge he gained back then into the solid job with great pay that he had now.Every so often he would make a slient prayer to "God" or as he was known to mortal men--Bill Gates--thanking him for how things had worked out.
He was no stranger to sex.He had lost his cherry to the girl in high school who took care of the audio-visual room,Yes, he was in that club too. It was two lonely scared kids groping each other trying to find out what it was all about.She and him were together for junior and senior year but she got accepted to a good collage out west and they kept in touch for a while but then even that stopped.He had dated a few girls in collage but it was always short lived.
The one thing in his life that he was never good at was asking girls out,He got rejected so many times and in so many ways that if you were to count them all and store them you would need a computer that was capable of running the Space Shuttle--by itself.
Some where nice when they said no-some were not.He could hear the smirks and the gossip they shared back and forth about him and it always hurt.It hurt more then anyone knew,His friends. family, co-workers could never even begin to understand how he felt.They knew nothing of the times he spent crying softly to himself because some girl had turned him down,The long sleepless nights he stared at the ceiling and wondered why they had to be mean to him or why the world was like this.He had asked God many times to find him someone he could love and some one who loved him right back.When he thought he had found that special someone and it broke apart he sank deeper and deeper into himself until what remained was something so dark inside him that if anyone knew the thoughts he had locked up in his mind they would lock him away and never let him see the light of day again.
It had started about 15 years ago.At first it was small,renting bondage videos or looking at sites online that catered to his thoughts.He kept it locked up so very tight inside him no one would ever expect what kinds of images he had going on inside his mind.It stayed that way for a few years,every now and again he would rent a video or see things online and he would release the anger and pain with masterbation and the demons would be safely locked up again.But that would only keep him in control for so long.He was getting more movies and downloading more often and the time he could keep control was growing shorter and shorter. The things that got him off became more violent and disturbing until he had grown a large collection of stuff stored on his harddrive and a huge video stash hidden away in the back closet.
Images of women being raped,tortured, killed.After a while he would masterbate to thoughts he had about acting out those things in real life.The more violent and brutal thoughts he would have the harder and faster he would achive climax.Soon not a day went by he didnt jack off to thoughts of him acting out his plans in real life.
Then it began.
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