Helpless

Prisoner

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

At some point, the truck stopped moving. I was terrified. I felt my body shaking, my heart was beating faster. What was going to happen to me? Where was I?

I felt someone grab my hair and yank my head backwards. I gasped audibly. It hurt. A blindfold was then wrapped around my eyes. I was then grabbed by my arms by two men and dragged out of the truck.

"Please," I begged. "Where are you taking me?"

No one responded. They continued to ignore me as I was taken somewhere. It seemed like forever when I heard a door opening and then I was shoved forward. I was shoved so forcefully, I fell and landed on my knees.

"You can take off the blindfold, now," I heard a man's voice coming from the same room.

My hands were shaking as I followed his instructions and began to take off my blindfold. I was in a dark room. The floor was made of cement. There was an old mattress on the floor with a small night table on the side of it. An old lamp was lit but it didn't provide enough light for the entire room.

My eyes then landed on the man inside the room with me. He was wearing a mask. A cloth mask around his nose and mouth. The only thing that was visible were his eyes. His eyes seemed cold and cruel. He was holding an automatic riffle in his hands. My blood ran cold almost instantly.

"Who are you?" I almost whispered. I could feel my voice shaking.

"It doesn't matter," he responded, not taking his eyes off me. "This is going to be your new home."

He then walked towards me. I began to walk backwards, my back eventually hitting the wall behind me. He stopped right in front of me and looked at me for a second.

"This place is surrounded by armed men. Do as we say, and your stay here won't be as painful."

Before I could say anything, he turned around and walked out of the room. I stood there, tears streaming down my face. I was terrified. I didn't know who that man was. Or why they had kidnapped me.

I need to get out of here.

I walked towards the door and attempted to open it up, but it was locked. I began to openly sob now. I made my way back towards the space where there was some light. I crouched down and began to cry. Why was this happening to me? I knew that Mexico was painted as this dangerous country that scared off some American tourists. But I knew from experience, that it was no different than what usually happened in America. The only difference was that Mexico didn't hide the crimes as well as America did.

But I also knew that what was happening to me was not common. Which made me fear for my life. Something was going on and I had no idea why I was chosen and by whom.

I cried until I didn't have anymore tears to shed. I felt dehydrated. I was hungry and I was thirsty. But I was also exhausted. I looked at the mattress and decided to lay down on it. My body felt as if it was about to shut down.

I must have dozed off for a while because I heard keys and then the door being opened. I sat up almost immediately and saw 3 men walk in. The same man holding the riffle earlier, was the last one to enter and he stayed by the door. As if he was guarding it.

"Hey pretty," one of them laughed. I froze. I didn't move. "We brought you some food and some water."

I looked down at the plate that being offered to me. They were tacos. I was hungry but I didn't trust them. What if they were trying to drug me? I couldn't eat them.

"Here," he shoved the plate closer towards me. I shook my head. "Come on," he laughed. "They're good." I shook my head again. He then dropped the plate and grabbed me by my hair and began to shake me violently.

"Look bitch," he spat. "I am running out of patience. You will eat."

"I'm not hungry," I cried.

I saw the other man standing on the other side of me reach out and grab my face with his hand. He then forced my mouth open. As the other guy began to show food down my mouth. I was openly crying now. Both were laughing now. They continued to shove the tacos down my mouth. I prayed that the tacos were not poisoned. That they didn't drug me.

"Good girl," one of them laughed. They eventually stopped once they were satisfied with how much I had "eaten." My face was a mess of tears. I could feel my face completely wet.

"You know," the other one whispered in my ear. "You are hot. It's gonna be fun having you here. I need some loving. It looks like your mouth can handle my size."

I pulled away from him in disgust. Almost immediately he reached out and slapped me. He was strong. He almost knocked me out and I felt dizzy. I tried to regain my composure. He then grabbed my face again and crashed his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue down my throat. I made every attempt to push him back. It was gross. He was gross.

He then pulled away as he continued to laugh, almost maniacally.

"Don't worry, princess," he whispered in my ear. "We will take turns with you." He then licked my ear. I looked away. I couldn't bear looking at him. Both men then walked away laughing. I then heard the door being locked again. I was left alone again.

I felt violated. I felt gross. My entire right cheek hurt from that slap. I was alone and no one could save me. No one knew where I was. I lay downed again as I let my tears flow again.

I began to think about my parents: did they know that I went missing? My grandparents: I was afraid my grandpa would get sick again. Surely, they knew I was long gone. Knowing him, he probably blamed himself. I prayed to God, he would spare him and his health. And then I thought about Johnny: did he know? Who had told him? Whenever I was with him, I felt safe. I felt that I was untouchable. I felt loved. I missed his touch. His voice. His eyes. I missed his comforting words and the way he loved me and reminded me of it daily. Would I ever see them again?