Elizabeth stood in her kitchen reading a cookery book while leaning on the work surface. It was a very modern one, light and airy with plenty of room to move about. Chrome everywhere, shimmering and shining, like moonlight on a cold night. All around the kitchen were pots and jars places on shelves that were fixed on to clean white walls. She when to the hob and turned it on to full, then turned to her left and reached down into the back of the cupboard. She groaned as she heaved a heavy chrome pot to the sink. She filled the pot with water, placed it upon the stove. She then spent time carefully making an anniversary meal for herself and her fiancé Freddie.When Freddie entered ...view middle of the document...
Once Freddie had eaten most of his meal he sat down his cutlery and sat up rigidly in his chair.'I've got something to tell you' He said quietly. Elizabeth simply smiled at him and replied in a non-descript tone:'I know.'She got up and walked towards the sink. At that moment Freddie knew he was in for trouble.All of a sudden Freddie felt overcome by a sense of fatigue. Then nothing.***Light filtered in through the curtains of the bedroom. Freddie looked upwards but he could not see anything other than a hazy white light in front of him. Slowly but surely everything came into focus. The white haze above him was Elizabeth standing, towering over him. Watching him. In her hands was a large box. Unexpectedly she began laughing loudly.Freddie became exceedingly worried. He tried to stand up, but he could not. He realised that he could not feel his legs. At first he thought that he was still half asleep. All that he was able to move was his head. Has she drugged me? He thought to himself. He positioned his head so that he was able to look down at his legs. He was taken aback by the sight that met his eyes. His legs were not there. His body was not there. He could see the body of a cat. He knew he must be dreaming all of this.Elizabeth was still cackling away to herself, evidently please with her handiwork. She reached down and picked Freddie up. The then placed him into the box which she had positioned on the end of the bed. She closed the flaps of the box so that the only light that Freddie could see was coming from the small air holes in the sides.He felt the box sway from side to side mimicking her movements as she carried him down the stairs. Much of the sound was muffled but he could faintly hear a door closing. The movement of the box stopped. Again he heard a door closing. After that he thought he could hear the faint sound of an engine starting. The box began to move again. He concluded that he was certainly in a car. He tired to scream out once but all the sound he could make was a pathetically weak purring noise.The car stopped, and once again he felt the...
