Invisible

Marie 19

I knew I was screwed - so effing screwed. I tried doing that thing where you remember where you are going in your mind.

Left after exiting the car park.

Straight for about 4 minutes.

Left.

Straight - 30 seconds ish.

Left.

Straight for 2 minutes.

Left.

Straight

Then it hit me. Don't four lefts make a circle? I tried carrying on noting my mental list.

Right.

Straight.

Another right.

Stop.

Left.

Oh crap.

I had zero clue where I was. I gave up. What's the point? I'll probably die a horrific and painful death tonight and be some new case and become a cold case because no one could find my body and at some depressing twist my brother took his life at 15 because he couldn't live without his poor little missing sister type case. Y'know? The van stopped. My blindfold was ripped off my face, leaving my eyes to see the strange person in front of me. I found out something about them I didn't know before.

They were a woman.

I could see. She had the figure of a woman. Not to sound creepy, but like curves and stuff. Her body was caged in black leggings and a black top. Not exactly the most unique kidnapping attire. Her hands were covered in black building gloves. Her head was concealed in a tight black balaclava, only showing her eyes. A bit of a cliche honestly. I tried screaming. Don't know what I was expecting, I'd been trying for the whole drive but the bloody rag was shoved in my mouth, not the best thing when you are recovering from a cold but alright. My hands were tied up behind my back (and I discovered earlier that it was attached to the back of the car) and same with my legs.

My legs!

I hadn't realised with all of this that they were aching from when I was dragged into the van.

Anyways, enough of me, let's go back to this captor of mine.

"Marie Mayers, correct?" she interrogated, yanking the spit-soaked rag out of my mouth.

"Well if I'm not Marie you've just kidnapped some rando... which I guess I am a rando but-"

"Shut up." It was cold. Her voice, plus the van.

My volume lowered, "Sorry, I talk too much when I'm nervous... which is an understatement honestly."

The force of a hard kick vibrated around my body. A sound of pain left my mouth.

"Now, you must do what I say," her face was in front of mine, I could feel her eyes staring into mine, slowly manipulating every movement I would later do, "Or else." God! It was like this woman had watched a couple Hollywood Movies on kidnapping and decided she was going to give it a try! I was finding it a little funny until she pulled a lighter behind her back. The orange flame flickered, illuminating her icy blue eyes. She gradually got closer, kneeling down and facing my direction. Her eyes were interlocked. I kept a brave face, struggling to break free of the rope tightened around my wrists. I felt the blood sticking my hands to the rope, my wrists and ankles were in agony. I felt the flame get closer, it was small but I could feel the heat against my face. I blew the long strand of cocoa coloured hair out of my eye. I blinked and the flame disappeared - as quickly as it had become created. I got the jist - 'misbehave' and get burnt.