Alone
by, Anthony Thorstad

A young man is strapped to a chair blindfolded. He appears to be in his late teens. His hair is short and brown and I could tell you the eye color yet it's disguised by the blindfold. His t-shirt is bloodied and torn here and there. His pants are dirty and torn and he's only wearing one shoe. The other one he must have left back where he was before he came here. He's unconscious.
The ropes seem cheap but pretty strong. The man is tied up for every opportunity. The whole of both arms are tied to the arm of the chair. His chest is lapped over so many times it's a surprise he can still breathe. Attached to the leg of the chair is well his legs. They've been strapped down tight enough to where he can no longer move them. There is no way he could get out.
A solitary incandescent light shines over the man and a bit of the surrounding area. The light wavers due to either faulty electricity or the bulb isn't in all the way. Withing the visible area are crates, drops of blood, an aluminum baseball bat with a dent in it, a pizza delivery cap, and a wall with a boarded up window.
The crates are made of wood and are stacked no higher than two. There is a shipping label on the side that bears the resemblance of an eagle or hawk. Some are opened but there contents are empty. All that is left is a bunch of straw that kept the contents safe, or hidden.
The drops of blood probably came from the young man or some other victim. They really aren't that important.
The baseball bat probably explains his condition. It's the average kind you'd find at a sport store, minus the rubber interior. It was cast off pretty far from the man, possibly he tried to escape before being tied up.
Only one wall could be seen, all there was is a green pane boarded up window. Nothing can get it and nothing can get out.
The pizza delivery hat raised a bunch of questions. Did it belong to one of the attackers, did the young man own it, did the young man witness something he shouldn't have during work, or once again did it belong to another victim but was left behind.
A noise could be heard. It was the door but far off. There were heavy footfalls, probably boots. The man is finally stirring. His blindfold came loose and he can see where they are coming from. His eyes are green. What he saw next would determine his fate. But what did he see. They were coming closer. The man couldn't make out the figures but he was struggling. The steps kept the same tempo, almost like a metronome.
He was probably counting the steps as they came closer. They couldn't be far off now. The silhouette is now visible and there are three of them. One seems pretty small but he's in the lead. The other two are quite large. The stopped right out of the circle of visible light.
The solitary light flickered and shut off. All was silent for a few moments but it was interrupted by a loud crash. Nothing can be heard now, except for the metronomic steps of the three men as they leave.