The horrors that befell on to us

THE FRIGHTENED

Hi my name is Sarah Bac and for years my husband has been having these dreams that cause him to wake up in the middle of the night sweating. He says it's nothing and I shouldn't worry about it but I know there is more than what he is telling me. Eventually I quit asking him what was wrong because I knew he would never tell me anything other it was nothing and not to worry about it. That doesn't mean I stopped worrying about him . He was all I had left do to a terrible accident . We had a daughter named Julie she had the most beautiful red hair and deep blue eyes. It was a couple years ago when her grandparents were driving her to her first sleep over when a drunk driver hit them head on. Both her grandma and grandpa died on impact. Julie survived the crash. She was quickly rushed to the E.R. to have emergency surgery. But the trauma from the crash was to much and she..... . That's enough of that I don't want to make anything worse than they already are by discussing it any more than I already have. Anyways I should get back on the topic of my husband. Lately the nightmare he has been having have been getting worse. I know because he has been waking up screaming and he still won't tell me about what he is dreaming about. So I decided to tell him to visit a therapist to see if he can help out any because he refuses to talk to me about it. After a couple hours of pestering him to go he finally made an appointment and went. After a few visits Jakob to me that the therapist said it was caused by stress and to take a vacation from work. So we decided to have a romantic weekend with a night out. I don't think it was of any help though because he just started to sleep less and when he did sleep it wasn't long before he woke up in a sweat while screaming. Lately I have been thinking of surprising him for our anniversary just to maybe distract him from those dreams for at least one day. Our anniversary is in 1 week so I believe I will have enough time to think of something. Oh I know I could make Jakob's favorite dinner and look up some desserts to make for him. Or maybe I could make a reservation at a nice restaurant and after words we could go out to a bar. I think I will just make a homemade dinner with some nice desserts because I don't think he would want to be seen in his current condition. But the day before our anniversary he surprised me with a night out and said that is why he was being so secretive and quiet. I knew it wasn't the truth but I acted like I did so he would hopefully relax a little bit thinking that I momentarily forgot about what was happening. So since he went trough the trouble of finding a restaurant that would except a reservation on such short notice. I decided to leave early in the morning before he woke up to go get a thank you present for taking me on such a wonderful date. So the next morning before he got up I crept out of bed and left for the store. But on the way I suddenly got a flat tire. I went to call a tow company and afterwords Jakob to tell him what happened but I didn't have any reception. I started to walk down the road to find the nearest gas station and call from there. After what felt like an hour walking, because of the summer heat, a truck stopped and the driver asked if that was my car he had seen about a mile back and if I wanted a ride to the gas station because it was about 10 miles ahead. After considering the distance I would have to walk in the dead heat I decided to go with him not thinking about the risk of him being dangerous. So I got in his truck and went with him to the gas station. After about 15 minutes I asked if we were nearing the gas station and he responded back with "yes, were almost there just a little while longer." After about 10 more minutes I began to worry and I noticed that he had a slight grin on his face. At that moment I knew he wasn't taking me to a gas station so I can call for a tow truck. I tried to force myself to make slight conversation so he wouldn't begin to think I was getting suspicious of the long ride. Then after about 10 more minutes he said "were here" and looked over with a large grin on is face and pulled over to a empty truck stop. I quickly reached for the door handle fully aware I had nowhere to run to. He grabbed my hand before I could get to it and punched me in the stomach. I still tried to get away even as my conscious began to fade away. After I woke up it was dark out I must have been out for hours. As I went to get up I noticed a chain around my ankle. I tried to shake it loose but it was to tight to slip out of. I began to panic and started to scream knowing that there was nobody to hear my cry's for help. I heard some footsteps from behind a locked door and I began to ask why me, why did it have to be me of all people? All of the sudden I could hear the door unlocking so I quickly crawled to a corner that appeared furthest away from the door. Two men walked out from behind the door and approached the cage like cell I was being held in. They just kept whispering to each other to make sure I couldn't hear them. After a couple minutes of them just talking I asked them what they wanted and the didn't respond back in fact they kept talking as if I want there. Then finally one walked towards where I was sitting at and said " this is your new home now honey, so don't worry about going anywhere any time soon ". Then the other one walked over and said "you won't be needing these anymore" and took my shoes and jeans off with a devilish smile on his face and walked away right after locking the door behind him. after I heard the door lock I curled up in the corner and started to cry non stop out of fear. Each day I got a small tray with food on it and a bottle of water. I was beginning to loose any strength I had left, I couldn't even cry anymore. I lost track of how long its been but I think I have been here for about 3 weeks. All I could think of was what my husband doing right now and if they have any hope of finding me. After a couple more days they began to give me a little bit more food and water each day but I didn't understand why though. Until one day they came in early the next morning and tore off my shirt and said that I was begging to get my figure back and that I will be ready within a month. Right then I knew what I feared would happen when I first woke up here was about to happen. I also realized that even with the extra food each day I still wouldn't have the strength to fight. Then I began to think about Jakob again and what he would think if he had seen me give up like I have. So I thought to myself that according to the man who picked me up in his truck I should have around a month to find a way to escape this place before my worst nightmare becomes a reality.