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The lights were dim in the small space where I was. The smell of dirt filled my nostrils heavily. I knew 2 things. first, I had no idea where I was. second, I was taken. I rolled over trying to become aware of where I was exactly. I realized the dim light was coming from a crack. Next I realized, I was in the back of a car. I could see where the back lights are in the car and I could unclearly see a road which had other cars driving on it. I felt around the trunk of the vehicle shakily. My hand was placed onto a large metal object, I was afraid it would be accompanying me. A shovel. Next my hand was placed on a small metal and wood hammer. Oh god. By this time I was freaking out. Ready to kill the person who could do such an unconceivable thing.
I felt the car turn, then it got fairly bumpy. I knew we were on a gravel road, but where? Foot steps became louder and louder as I laid in the now parked car, wrapping my shaky hand around the small hammer, getting ready to do whatever I could with it.
The car trunk opened quickly, the bright lights of the outside world blinding me momentarily, giving the kidnapper an advantage in which he took by quickly covering my mouth and nose with a dirty white cloth that didn't quite smell like a dirty white cloth. Before I could get anymore thinking in the car trunk slammed shut and my eyes went black.
I woke up in a room. The walls were grey and on the far corner laid a small insult to a mattress, bed. The walls and floor were cement, which I discovered after further investigation. No windows, just a large steel door which would take months to break through. I was NOT staying here for months. There were small video cameras in the corners of the square room and vents that didn't look like they were in here to make it warmer.
A large unlatching sound echoed through the room as the heavy steel door opened slowly, revealing my kidnapper. His face was slim, his black hair tossed and wet, making the grey spots stand out, like he had just worked out. His jaw was clenched and the smell of rotten meat and cheap cologne filled the cement room. The smell was almost too strong to bare. He had hatred in his eyes and seeing that I was the only person here, the hatred had to be towards me. I had never seen him before. At least I didn't think so.
"Supper's ready." he said strongly with hatred and then continued to spit on the floor and leave, alerting me to be ready in 5 minutes. "Ready? how was I suppose to be ready? I was trapped in a cement room with nothing but a dirty old mattress!" I thought to myself. 5 minutes later the man opened the door once again, demanding me to get into the kitchen.
The kitchen was like any other kitchen. It looked as normal as a kitchen could look. The floors were lined with wood tiles of all different shades of brown, the counter tops were covered with a nice grey colour of marble. The table looked like a nice antique table. The table had a maroon coloured table cloth lining it and 2 nice fancy steaks on white plates.
He ordered me to sit down. I was not planning on eating this steak. He could have done anything to it. I needed to find an opportunity to get out of here but so far no doors have opened. I sat down in the wooden chair. The seat was cold and uncomfortable. I looked around the table when my opportunity shown through. A steak knife. It laid shining in the kitchen light, next to my plate.
"Dont you try anything, I have a steak knife too." He said as an uneasy chuckle escaped his lips.
"Now eat!" he demanded as he pounded his fist on the table, shaking it.
He mumbled words underneath his breathe along the lines of ungrateful and spoiled.
He slowly cut his steak, he wasn't looking at me anymore, his attention was on his food. This was my chance. I reached for the sharp steak knife with one hand and quickly, desperate for some time, stabbing his left hand he was using to hold the plate as he cut his steak. The adrenaline rushed through my veins and the knife pierced through his skin, most definitely giving me some time. He shrieked in pain as anger grew rapidly in his eyes. He tried to grab me by the arm but his left hand was stuck between the knife handle and the wooden table. I sprinted through the house, desperately trying to find a way out when I found myself at the front door with relief.
"I told you not to try anything!" He yelled through the house as big foot steps filled the hallways.
I opened the door as I ran as fast as my bare feet could possible carry me. The rocks stabbed the bottoms of my feet but I was too engaged in the idea of getting away to acknowledge it. I ran through a forest. The trees looked as if they were caving in on me. My heart was beating more quickly than it has ever beat before. I needed to sit down, I needed to rest. I couldn't slow my heart beat and it became very hard for me to breathe. It felt like my heart was constricting. I sat down hiding myself behind a tree. Hoping to get a break. The trees caved in and the space seemed to become smaller, my eyes going black.
The lights were dim in the small space where I was. The smell of dirt filled my nostrils heavily. I knew 2 things. first, I had no idea where I was. second, I was taken.
