Chapter Three.

He felt a trickle of warm sweat down his cold, phantom like face. He couldn’t see around him, it was pitch black. He could hear sounds of the air conditioner whirling away above his head. As he finally came to realisation he started to speculate where he was and what he was doing there. He tried moving his hands but they were strapped to a hard, frigid metal chair. His hands tied up with coarse, rugged ropes.                                                                                                    “HELLO.” He belched. “HELP ME.” He was quieted by the soft, light creaking noise behind him. He turned around and saw there was a door, the lights outside were on and he saw clouded shadows behind it. The door unlocked. A silhouette of a scraggy, gangling woman with fuzzy, disordered hair scurried towards him like a rat. The man could tell she was bare foot as he could hear her stale, dry skin sliding across the concrete floor, her long toe nails screeching against it like nails on a chalk board. It sent a trail of goose bumps down his spine. Suddenly, long, biting spider like fingers wrapped around his face, covering his eyes. He could feel a chilling breath beside him, getting faster and faster.                         “Hahahahahahahahahaha” cried Fei Yen. He quivered at the sound of the intimidating expulsion of hysterics. Fei Yen thrashed her elongated fingers against the man’s face. “You move when I tell you to move, do you understand?” There was a silence followed by the sound of another clap. “And you talk when I tell you do talk, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”     “I understand.” He said shivering.