Dead End || BWWM

Chapter 1

TW: SA

Moune Martin had it all. She was making good money at a young age and even owned her own house. She owned a nice car and lived in a gated community. She was living the life and couldn't be happier.

What did she do to deserve these current events. Tied up in the boot of a car, and duck tape blocking any screams she would belt out. Tears were streaming down her face making her eyes sting as the makeup melted off her face. How did she get here?

She started her day joyful as she got up and got ready for her day. She did her usual routine which involved taking care of her hygiene, getting dressed in her name brand clothing and then leaving her newly bought home. She made her way down to her favorite coffee shop, but something was wrong. It felt as though someone was following her. She looked around and saw nothing suspicious, so she ignored it. Something she vowed to never do again.

She went to work as usual, but this time she stayed late. Something deep down told her she should call someone to walk her out, maybe security or  a male coworker working late as well, but no she ignored the feeling once again. She walked to her car trying to hurry, but that didnt stop him. His long legs produced wide strides and reached her before she could even turn to see him. He quickly put a rag over face causing her to lose consciousness.

When she came to she was right where she didn't belong. In the trunk of a car.

She couldn't move as the trunk was too small and the binds holding her hands and feet together were too tight. The only sounds she could let out were small whimpers that sounded like small pleas of help. Her eyes widen as she felt the car come to a stop and someone get out of the car. Her breathing became ragged and fast as the panic came over her.

What was this man going to do with her? Would he hurt her? Kill her? Or something worse than both.

The trunk opened suddenly making her flinch. She squinted her eyes not being able to see the man properly as he shines a light in her face. He reaches into the trunk and grabs her arm roughly. He drags her out of the trunk and she takes notice that they're in a garage, meaning they are in a house. He then drags her through the garage and up some stairs. She takes in her surrounding since he didnt blind fold her. She figures she may need to remember the things she sees if shes Able to escape.

If...

She was sad to think she might die this night.

He brings her to a bedroom and throws her forcibly on the bed. She tries to squirm away from him, scared what his plan may be. And as she looks to him she tries to remember every detail about his face.

He was a tall man about 6 feet in height with Short light brown hair. His eyes were a light brown but dark with an evil intent in them. He had sleepy bags under his eyes and stubble shadowing his face. From her own thoughts of him he had to be around 27 to 30 years old.

He was a handsome man, who could probably get any girl he wanted. She was so confused and angry as to why it had to be her.

"Stop squirming." He says in a raspy evil voice. She disobeys and continues to squirm, so he resorts to threats.

The man takes out pocket knife, flips it open and puts it to her neck, "stop or I will slit your throat right here, right now,"

Her will to live causes her to freeze and hold back tears. The man smiles an evil smile and pockets the knife. He brings a hand up to her face stroking her cheek gently. It makes her gag.

"Good girl." He smirks and grabs her hands by the rope, making her sit up.

"Now that I have you're attention. We have some things to discuss, Moune. Ive been watching you for a while. You and your disgustingly perfect life," He walks over to a desk and grabs a folder. He opens the folder and throws it on the bed, displaying multiple photos of her and her family, "The first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you."