The Boy From The Basement

Darkness

My drool poured down my neck while I tried to breath through the thick pair of socks in my mouth. My chest ached as I gasped for air through my nose, I was beginning to worry I would soon stop breathing. The boot was dark and my eyes hurt trying to adjust them to the dark lighting. My head constantly banged on the inside walls of the boot, as the man drove around corners and over speed bumps. I could sense that we were no longer on a road, as what we were driving on was rough and bumpy.
The sock was drenched with my saliva, as well as my tears. I was so tired from gasping for air, from screaming and from kicking, but I couldn't give up. My head slammed into the front of the boot as the car slammed on its brakes. The car then started up again and I rolled towards the front of the boot, the car was going up a hill. The car quickly came to a stop again and everything went silent. The engine had been turned off. My hands ached in the cuffs that they were in, and my head pounded from the amount of times I had banged my head. Suddenly, my eyes started to burn as light poured its way into the boot of the car. I could see the man standing in front of me, watching me squirm and squint my eyes.
He then reached forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me out of the car. I rigidly banged my head again on the way out. I was winded as my stomach slammed onto his shoulder, and blood achingly pulsed through my head as I hung over his shoulder. I began to kick him with strength, however he made no reaction. That's when I started to scream once again.
I squirmed around on his shoulder and kicked him with my feet that were still taped together. Fed up with my squirming, the man dropped me over his shoulder. I landed on the ground back first and all the air in my body left with pain. My chest burned after I lost air and the dust surrounding my face made it worse. I began choking as the dust crawled its way into my throat. The man saw I was struggling, and bent down to take the socks out of my mouth.
Just when I thought he was being more lenient on me, his hand grabbed my throat, making it still justas hard to breath.
"Are you going to shut up?"
I went to respond, but his hand pushed down on my throat even tighter, making it impossible for me to speak. My vision became blurry and my ears began to ring. He then lifted my half conscious body off of the ground and threw me back over his shoulder.
I was to focused on escaping that I hadn't yet bothered to figure out where I was. I turned my head the the left and stared ahead. It was all grass hills, paddocks and ponds. There was what appeared to be a chicken coop and compost bins filling up one of the paddocks. The stench from those paddocks were revolting, and smelt highly unusual. In one paddock in particular, several h9les had been dug in the ground and were covered in piles of dirt. The path we walked on was made of dirt and it led to an old wooden house.

The house was covered in several holes, most of the holes were covered by planks of wood. On the sides of the house there were 2 small windows that started from the surface of the ground, and were only less than a meter tall. 2 Jeeps were parked outside of the house, they looked very shiny and brand new. The man walked up the porch steps with me hanging over his shoulder. With his foot, he banged the door. I heard deep muffled voices from inside, and soon someone opened the door.
The man had a highly noticeable scar on his left cheek.
His hair was blonde with some minor brown highlights.
His hair was tied back in a small bun behind his head.
His eyes were dark brown, making his pupils almost invisible.
My neck began to ache from bending it upwards to look at him.
If I did something now, I could escape, however it would be risky. I was facing his back while I hung over his shoulder. I then came up with a plan.
I lunged my teeth into his arm, causing him to yell and drop me head first onto the ground. My vision was almost gone by this point, but I was on a mission. With my body, I squirmed through his legs and rolled down the stairs. I had no time to try get onto my feet there was no point in doing so as my feet were still taped together . I proceeded to roll down the dirt path and away from the men.
Foot steps thudded behind me and soon a foot stabbed me in the back. My face dug into the ground, squashing my nose and making it crunch. The person grabbed my feet and lifted me up off the ground. My head ached and I was way to tired to even try defend myself now. I had given up.
Blood rushed to my head, causing my forehead to go numb. My nose throbbed as blood dripped onto the dirt surface. Before I knew it, I was no longer outside. The door slammed behind me and the sound of it made my head pulse. I let my eyes close, trying to stop the massive headache.
"She is the one you have been telling us about? God dam Mike you chose a feisty one"
Obviously I was the feisty one they were referring to.
I then heard a door creak open and suddenly, I felt the man holding me go downwards. It then occurred to me that he was going down stairs. When I opened my eyes, I realised that he was taking me inside his basement. Everything went darker as we went further down the stairs.
The walls were plain grey and the floor was dusty, and made of concrete. There was one window that let in just a little light. It was blocked by small metal bars, causing the light from the window to make little square patterns of light on the floor. I was suddenly dropped onto the floor, landing head first.
This time I had had enough of the pain and let out a sorrowful cry. The man who had kidnapped me came down the stairs and greeted me with a devilish smile. I watched as he approached me slowly and I became scared. He came around to my feet and used a knife to cut the tape. Just as I moved my feet away from each other, he came on top of me and put the knife to my throat.
"Don't you try anything special little girl, or you will end up like all the others."
All the others. Of course there had been others that he had kidnapped.
He used the knife to pick lock the cuffs, and once my hands were free, he held them above my head. His leg went in between mine and the knife came back to my throat .
"If you wish to stay alive, you must behave yourself and do as I wish. I recommend not doing anything special if I were you," he growled.
The scent of cigarette smoke washed over my face and I coughed in response. The knife dug into my throat a little more, thankfully not causing any bleeding, yet. I held my breath, not wanting to make any noise.
After he held the knife over my throat for a minute, the knife trailed down my torso and over my school dress. It trailed back up and over my face. My eyes shut as I held back tears.
"Don't make any noises, you don't want to annoy me."
My throat burned from holding back my screams. My teeth dug into my lips to stop me from letting out another cry. He smiled at me with hazard as I continued struggling. He wanted me to annoy him so he could us it as an excuse to hurt me, but I was not going to give him what he wanted. The knife trailed onto my forehead and traced it in circles. I flinched a little and the knife trailing stopped.