T A K E N

chapter five

Chelsea Brooks

     Its been 10 minuets since I was rushed off stage and pushed into the back room. I thankfully put my clothes back on, but right after I put my hands through my hoodie they tied them together again, but this time letting them sit in my lap. 

My mind has been racing with thoughts of what the fuck is about to happen to me, none of which have really mentally prepared me for what might happen to me next. 

    But what I have done is think of all the terrible things that will probably happen to me once the man who just 'bought' me walks through those doors,

I might be forced into a factory to make shirts. I might be locked in some pervs basement. He might just kill me as soon has I leave here, because he's a psychopath who gets pleasure out of killing. He might rape me then kill me, or the other way round.  God I hope its the first one– 

The sound of a door shutting causes me to break eye contact with the floor and look up to see the man who had just betted $1,000,000 to fucking 'own' me, and won. 

He looked only a few inches taller  than me, with blue eyes and brown hair and had tattoos all down his arms.  

"right then, lets go" he spoke in a British accent, he was standing a few feet infront of me with his hands in his pockets. 

  But it wasn't the accent that threw me off, it was the way he was so casual about this whole situation. He spoke as if I wasn't sitting infront of him with my hands cuffed together unable to leave. Or that I had just been fucking kidnapped from the street and forced into a cell like an animal. Like he had just forgotten that my body and my right as a human had just been sold against my will, and that he was the one who made he purchase. 

"what" I said confused as I furrowed my brows, irritated about how casual this was to him, 

"I said lets go, stand the fuck up." he said more sternly this time. 

Still not knowing who he was or what he is capable of I decided not to fight him, because the only way I am going to be able to get out of this, is if I make him think I have given up and surrendered. 

 So instead I silently obliged as I stood up and slowly walked towards him. Once I reached him, he took a hold of my arm and pulled me out the door. We walked silently for about a minuet passing through multiple doors until we stopped outside one with a keypad. 

Confused I looked over at the man to my right when I saw him pull out a white piece of cloth from his back pocket. 

"sorry about this love, cant have you seeing were were going" he said as he slowly unfolded the piece of fabric, while still keeping his hand on my arm.

"what do you mean" I asked quietly. "what is that"

Without responding he quickly pressed the cloth up to my face covering my nose and mouth. Immediately I stared to squirm under his hold and yell into the cloth. Confused and scared I kept trying to release from his hold when all of a sudden my head started to feel heavy and my eyes started to droop. My arms fell by my sides and I felt really tired of a sudden. I stopped yelling when my eyes closed and my body fell limp, and the room went quiet.  

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The slow vibrations of an engine powering off and the sound of unbuckling caused my eyes to flicker open. When my eyes were fully adjusted to my surroundings I looked around to see I was in a car.