The Stalker...

He's Coming...

I knew I had to immediately do something about this issue since my life was at risk and I wasn't trying to die not today , not tomorrow, not any day. However, I didn't want to make it clear that I'd woken up so I continued to act unconscious until I found an escape.
I searched and i searched and I searched, something had finally caught my eye... it was a knife right at the end of the van.
Of corse it was gonna be difficult for me to get to it but I had to at least attempt.
This was my only hope!
I tried reaching out as far as I could to grab it but, nothing.
Eventually I heard a loud thud and jerked forward as the van stopped. During the jerk I'd quickly grabbed the knife and held it as tightly as I could. Finally I heard the door shut, the man had just got out of the van.
I could hear footsteps walking towards me.
One... two... three... they were getting louder each time. I was debating whether i should pretend to be unconscious again or if I should
stay as I am and quickly find a way to escape this traumatising situation.
The back door opened and without contemplating "I fell unconscious" once again. I felt a pair of hands scoop beneath me and pick me up, (I was still tied up at this point) I continued to play faint keeping my eyes slightly open so I could see where I was being taken.
From what I could see through my eyelashes
it seemed like we were heading towards this cottage looking place, a place I'd never seen before.
Before I knew it we had arrived. The stalker took me Inside and put me down on a wooden bed. It resembled a lot like the beds in prison; abandoned, hard, uncomfortable and isolating...