(TW: Kidnapping, violence, and mentions of murder!!!)
Chapter 2: Strange Surroundings
Y/N POV:
The first feeling that surrounds me, is nausea, the pitch black room that surrounds me smells like vomit. After I gained full consciousness, I panicked, I tried to make out my surroundings, but could only feel a scratchy material beneath me. I looked down at my wrist, checking the time on my watch, luckily, the man had left it on, I pressed the button that made it lit up, "4:00pm" the watch read. "Hello? Where am I?" I uttered, my throat croaking from the poor environment. I shifted outwards, accidentally putting pressure on the fractured arm, I winced in pain. The room was extremely cramped, the walls shabby with peeling paint. The door started to creak open, I held my breath, and scooted against the wall, hoping that whoever it was, they wouldn't notice me. I covered my face, and sweated because I was still in my winter clothes, after a few seconds, I uncovered my face, I was faced with the man at the end of the doorway.
"Don't come near me!" I murmured, the massive man furrowed his brow, "I'm not gonna bite you? Calm down." He said, standing over me, I stood up, breathing slowly. "Why are you doing this? Let me the fuck out of here!" I screamed, the man grunted, and pulled me by the shirt collar, "Do you want to die? Keep fucking around and you won't last a minute more alive." He hollered. I noticed the bandages eye I had gouged my fingers into, "I can still take care of your other eye." I responded shakily pointing at the bandaged eye. He stared at me, almost in confusion, the second he became confused, I began to flair in his grasp, I kicked him in the chest, "You little shit! Come here!" I punched him in the throat, knocking him over and plummeting me to the ground.
My skull smashed into the brick wall, sending a fiery pain through my head. Before I could even try to get up, the man grabbed my throat, dragging me out of the room, he grabbed a carving knife from a counter, and held it to my neck, I began crying, the man sighed and put the blade down. He held my shoulders, "Uh..I'm not gonna hurt you, I just got mad.." I sobbed, I was such a dumbass for fighting back. He noticed my crying, and picked me up, he set me down on a dirty sofa, "Just stay here, I'll let you calm down kid." He murmured, walking out of the room. I finally stopped crying, and stood up, the building I was in seemed like a trailer, I could see a curtain covering up some boarded windows. I stood up, my head still throbbing, and my fractured arm swinging from its socket, I took off my coat, and began to look around.
The trailer was filthy, and had the aroma of mucus, probably from the other room. I walked through a narrow hallway, until I saw the man leaning on a bed, half asleep. My stomach growled, I hadn't eaten since breakfast, I walked up to the man and tapped his shoulder, "Sir, I'm hungry." I whispered, "What?!-ohh, uhh, I think I have something." He answered, getting up and walking towards the kitchen. "What's your name?" I asked, "Frank." He said, taking out some bread and beans, and putting the bread into the toaster. "What are you making?" I asked, recoiling in confusion, "bean toast." Frank responded, pouring the canned beans onto the toast. "Here you go." Frank said, picking up his own piece, and eating it, I picked the toast up, and scarfed it down.
Frank rubbed his head, growling as he finished his meal, "What are your parents names kid?" He asked me, I huffed, "Their names are (insert parent(s) name(s)." I mumbled, slamming my head on the table. "Give me their number(s)." Frank demanded, after I told him the number(s) he took out a flip phone, and dialed the number(s). I heard a voice on the other side, "I got your kid, if you wanna see them again give me 25-hundred in cash by midnight!" Frank said. I could hear crying come from the speaker, "You can't afford it? Then your kid will die! If you call the police I'll murder the kid over the phone- the fucker hung up on me!" I was sobbing, "My family couldn't take out a loan before midnight, and they were poor!" I thought, before I got picked up by Frank and thrown into the crammed room again, "You better pray someone pays for your ransom!" Frank yelled, before locking the door. I was tired, all that I could think about is that I wouldn't wake up alive.
(813 words! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, I'll get the next chapter out at least in a week.)
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Abducted(Spooky Month) (characters belong to Sr Pelo!)
FanfictionY/N is an optimistic kid, who had an ok life, until they got abducted by a strange man named Frank, which leads y/n into a spiral of events.
