I’m Sorry, Sister

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The moment I was grabbed, I knew I was going to die. I was walking to my car after I finished my shift at the mall. It had only been closed for a few minutes and I was excited to be getting home early to surprise my parents for their anniversary. It was dark, mostly due to daylight savings and I parked towards the back of the mall. The lot was mostly empty, with a few cars making their way to the exit, their tail lights nothing more than a speck in the distance.

I was about halfway to my car when a black van with its headlights turned off pulled up behind me. I fumbled for my phone and before I could unlock it, the door swung open and a large man jumped out and put a hand over my mouth. I tried to fight back, but as I felt the cloth over my mouth, my energy began to drain and I slipped into blackness.

I don’t know how much time had passed. Eventually, I woke up in the back of a van, my head resting on the floor and my arms tied tightly behind my back. My head was pounding, almost like I drank too much but it ached more. My vision was blurry and I blinked a few times to clear it. After a few tries, it did and I looked around my surroundings. There were only two seats in the entire van, the rest of them had been removed. Those two seats were occupied by two large men who were laughing about something as they drove down the road.

Noticing that they were distracted, I tried to slip out of the ropes that tied my hands together. It was tight and the more I struggled against it, the more my wrists seemed to burn. I moved on to plan two. I frantically searched for a hatch to let me out but as I shifted my weight, something that had been pressed against my legs moved. The driver looked in his rear-view mirror at me almost lazily. As if he wasn’t surprised to find me moving about.

“Just so you know, you can’t open the back door from the inside so good luck getting out that way.” He said casually before returning to his conversation. I could hear my heart thumping loudly in my ears. Before I could think of any other ideas the van turned onto a gravel road and began slowing down. Tears began flowing and before I could stop myself I was whimpering, begging for them to let me go. By the time the van fully stopped, I was screaming, yelling for help. Yelling for anyone to save me. The man who rode passenger roughly got up, grabbed duct tape and put it over my mouth.

The driver of the van got out and swung opened the back door. He threw me over his shoulder, but with most of my body tied together, I couldn’t put up much of a fight.

They wasted no time and immediately put me in a dirty room that only contained a single chair and a webcam. The webcam was hooked up to a laptop that was on a very small standing desk. Panicked, I searched the room again and saw the knives laid out next to the laptop. More tears streamed down my face and I felt myself beginning to tremble. I could hear the screaming before I realized it was coming from me.

After they ensured that I was strapped in tightly, they walked across the room. I lunged at them, trying to get out of the chair, trying to fight back, trying to run. I couldn’t get out and I knew it. At that moment, I knew this was the last room I would ever see. Within seconds, the camera clicked on and they began monitoring something on their computer, I could feel that I was trembling, but I tried to force it down, I tried to think, I tried to live.

It felt like only seconds had gone by, but I’m sure it had been longer. Eventually, they picked up a knife, and to save you the details, they used it. I know I screamed and I know I pleaded to be released, but it was to no avail. These men had done this before and after me, they’ll do it again. Eventually, everything faded and the world slipped away. It was the end of a rather uninteresting life.

I guess they decided to dispose of me in the ocean. It’s easy enough to do that, we live in a pretty coastal town. Even though I had already breathed my last breath, I opened my eyes again. This was strange for one reason, that I had already died. I know I did. Even stranger, when I opened my eyes the men were gone. Instead, I was in the ocean, was staring at another woman. Her eyes had a sadness to them and I could tell that she could feel my pain. She was holding me in her arms and slowly sat me on the ocean floor, that’s when I saw the full extent of her appearance, and a long fish-like tail replaced her legs.

“I’m so sorry for what has happened to you, sister.” Her voice echoed through my head and my brow furrowed in confusion. That’s when I looked at my own legs, which was now replaced with a long, fish-like tail. “Now, the mortal men will never hurt you again.”

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