This cold, dark basement with my hands with marks from the rope. This has been the worst week of my life. I'm cold, dirty, and miserable. Why me? The sad thing is my parents aren't gonna worry where I am. They never did, while I was thinking the door opened first I've seen someone in the last 5 days I think. Time has gotten distorted for me.
He had brown hair and blue eyes and looked around my age. He crouched down to my height ripping the tape off my mouth. I gasped as he did. Then I screamed "Help me! I'm in the Base-" He out a hand on my mouth and his knife in my neck. "Quiet, we don't want things to get bad do we." I pushed the knife harder on my throat not cutting skin "Are we clear princess." "Yes" I mumbled under my breath scared to move.
He removes the knife and looks me in the eyes. His eyes looked weird tho he wasn't mad he acted as if this was his first time threatening someone I mean he did look young.
"It's time for your shower I will escort you but don't think about running we have people everywhere who are armed. Understood?"
I nod and he unties my arms holding my wrist tighter then the ropes were I winched at his grip he looked at me. I felt his grip loosen slightly and stood up.
I was so weak from no food I felt like I was gonna faint. He dragged me to a room in the basement. It was a bathroom the shower was curtain was clear. He told me,"you'll get a shower and I'll sit right here he then closed the door and locked it and sat in a stool facing the shower.
"Um can I have some privacy please." I said as he opened a book. "of course" he said "I'm not looking." I sighed "can you just turn please. He looked at and smiled and faced the wall.
I was very uncomfortable but I needed a shower. I heard the stool turn around. I looked at him. "Would you like my help darling." I shook my head no quickly and he smirked Turing around. I took off my clothes and got in the shower I kept looking over to make sure he wasn't watching and he wasn't that made feel better.
I finished and turned off the water and grabbed the towel and dried off.
"what should I wear" I asked he turned around I had the towel wrapped around me he looked at my dirty clothes he stood up and looked down at me. He was maybe 6ft tall while I was 5ft.
He the took off his shirt and I backed away quickly. He looked at me concerned. He handed me his shirt to wear. I reached my hand out slowly and grabbed his shirt he turned around so I could change.I put the shirt on and the towel on my hair.
"Why am I here," I asked. He turned around his look changed.
"Sex trafficking, you'll be actioned out in 2 weeks." And the fainting I felt earlier hit me and my vision went black.
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The Boss's Son
Non-FictionThe worst and most annoying person ever ends up being not so bad. DISCLAIMER: the actions in the story are not true and are made up TW: some things may be disturbing to some