I woke up to the sounds of doors slamming. There was shouting and more shouting to give a response. Some was in english some was in spanish. My shirt was still off but my wrists weren't tied together anymore so I grabbed my tshirt and slipped it on. I could smell the smoke before I saw it. I tried standing up, but I was so weak from the drugs they gave me. My life was in the bosses and his guys hands. My eyes were burning from all the smoke that was coming in from under the door. I was so out of it and I wanted to go to sleep but I forced myself to stay awake. The door flew open suddenly, more smoke rolled in, I was coughing on my side. It was the mexican, he scooped me up in his strong arms. I was now wide awake as he opened the door and more smoke came rolling in, burning my eyes.
He shouted out something in spanish towards the more smokey side of the hallway. It was my first time out of that room, and I couldn't see anything but more doors. I heard a response and another guy came running down the hallway with a girl who was about 11, unconcious in his arms. He said something as they both were running down the hallway to a door with steps going down. As he turned around so his back could open the door, I saw a few other guys opening and shutting doors with no one in their arms. I heard a long distant scream, from a girl. The door shut, cutting the scream off. I put my head against the mexican's chest and closed my eyes to help from getting anymore nasious. When we reach the ground level, it feels like we've been down 20 flights of stairs. I felt like I was going to puke, too much of going up and down. I think the guy must have realized it too because he sat me down on the ground. My head was pounding, I curled up with my knees to my chest and I put both hands to my ears, it was too much. All of it was, just too much. I puked up the microwave lasagna and whatever else was in my stomach on the white floor tiles.
The other guy with the girl in his arms that was about 11 was sitting down a few feet down with her unconscious still, laid out in front of him. She had blonde, wavy hair. It looked stunning on her. The guy was stroking her hair. He said something to the mexican in spanish. The mexican pulled out a piece of dark navy cloth. He looked into my eyes, and walked towards me. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my knees were now facing the wall. I saw a flash of the blue come around my face before all I could see was darkness and the cloth was tied behind my head. It all hit me at once. I'm in a sex house. That is now on fire. Girls like me are up there burning to ashes. It couldv'e easily been me. I, my thoughts were stopped for someone picked me up and started running. I was surprised to see that he didn't stick a needle in me to make me more cooperative. Then again I haven't even tried to not cooperate.
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Kidnapped: The Impossible
Misteri / Thriller"It felt impossible, no ones memories could just disappear, I had a family, a name, plenty of friends. I'm sure of it. I just had to figure it all out." She was kidnapped and was violated of every right she had. Can she figure out her past while try...
