The Kidnapping.

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I feel somebody put a cloth over my face as I'm walking home after a long day of work.
I don't even get to fight back.
Within five seconds, I'm already gone limp.
I immediately think about my girlfriend Jane.
The figure puts me into the back of the car and I'm still awake
I fight the urge to sleep but I eventually give in.
I wake up and my eyes feel heavy.
I have a gag in my mouth so I breathe through my nose.
My eyelids can't stay open so I focus on what's in the room
I'm tied to a bed.
The room smells rotten and I can tell I'm on the second floor because I can see out a window but there's nothing out there.
I try not to panic.
A figure appears and then another one
"Give her some water"
A manly deep voice says.
My eyes go fuzzy again and a figure moves.
I panic internally and a figure appear beside me.
"I'm going to undo your gag, can you promise that you won't scream?"
I nod and look away from the person.
My eyes have gone back to normal and I can see clearly now.
The guy sitting on the bed next to me is tall and athletically built, this pale skinned man has a misleading feel about him. His straight, brown hair is very short . He has wide, brown eyes, a hooked nose, very thin lips and an angular face.  He has angular hips, and wide feet.
They aren't wearing any balaclavas so I know that I'm dead meat.
"I'm going to take off your clothes if you don't comply with me okay."
I nod rapidly
I am currently shitting myself
I think to myself as he puts a knife to my throat.
He opens the water bottle and removes my gag.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
He puts the water close to my face.
He pauses
He puts it in my mouth and I swallow it
I end up choking.
"It's safe to say that she doesn't swallow like our last one."
Another tear rolls down my cheek as I cough up some water at the side of the bed.
I can't even stand because of the shackles.
He lays me back down and starts to touch my chest area.
I don't move.
"Stop it"
I tell him.
"I'll be back"
He says as he leaves with the other person.
I stare at the radiator underneath the window.
Dark curtains are now closed.
I close my eyes and fantasise that I'm at work with Jane.
Hopefully she'll know that I am taken.
I attempt to take off my handcuffs and it doesn't work but I end up chipping them and it's pretty obvious.

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