Kidnapped by Of Mice & Men

Chapter 3: Demonology

Warning: the following chapter contains mild sexual imagery and graphic themes. You've been warned. Read at your own risk.

When I finally came to, the first thing I noticed was the cold. I was somewhere indoors and air conditioned. I moved my head from side to side to look around, but I had been blindfolded. I tried to speak, but a piece of fabric was tied around my head and I held it in my mouth, silenced. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs were tied from the knees to my ankles. I began to scoot away from the wall I was leaning against, but I was held back. I shrunk back towards the wall and felt around on the ground for a minute. A long piece of rope connected my bound wrists to what felt like a metal pole.

Oh shit.

A cold draft of air chilled my body, I brought my knees to my chest and was shocked when my thighs collided with my now bare stomach. Whoever had taken me had stripped me down to my sports bra and a pair of leggings. The only thing I had on my feet were my socks.

I turned my body around and began kicking at the walls, screaming as loud as I could with the cloth gagging me. The door behind me burst open and a hand fell on my shoulder. My body was yanked around and the blindfold was ripped off. I started into the eyes of the man who took me.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He growled. I shrunk back from him. "It won't make a difference either way. The guys who are usually on this bus are performing right now." He squatted down and rested his elbows on his knees. "I can still kill you, you know?" He smirked at me. "It's not too late for me." His evil smile faded. "But it will be for you." He took some of my hair in his hand and twirled it around his fingers. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a long knife, the blade protected with a leather cover. He unsheathed the knife and spun it in his hands menacingly. "You don't know, do you? You don't know who I am." He smiled again. "But I know who you are." He said in a sing-song voice, touching the blade of the knife to both my cheeks, then the tip of my nose. He leaned in close. "Sammie." He whispered in my ear. He used the very tip of the blade to trace a line from my top lip, over the strip of material tied in my mouth, to my bottom lip. He let it linger a little bit, pulling down my bottom lip slightly. "Shhhh."

I tried to look away, but he held my face in his fingers and forced me to look at him. "Let's have some fun, how about it Sammie?" He used the knife to brush hair off of my shoulders and danced the blade along my collarbones.
He set down his knife and began untying the knot at my ankles, letting the rope from my legs fall. I knew better than to try and run. He turned my body around and untied my hands, keeping one of his hands closed around my left wrist. He wrapped the rope around it, leaving me tied to the pole by my left hand. My right hand was free. He forced me to my feet and picked up the blindfold, a thick, black strip of fabric. He secured it over my eyes, shutting me out from the world. The sound of club music from inside the room filled my eardrums as he placed my hand up as high as it would go on the pole.

I felt cold hands caress my hips and a body soon pressed to my back. "It's alright, baby. I won't hurt you as long as you do as I say." He whispered in my ear. I nodded and he began sucking on my neck. "Now dance, bitch."

I danced on the pole to the best of my ability, trying to keep from crying the entire time. It was hard trying to please him while not being able to see anything.

I tried to say, "Please don't do this", but I was hopelessly silenced by the gag in my mouth. All that came out was muffled grunting. But that was my only shot at reasoning with whoever this was. I kept grunting until he put a hand over my mouth, despite the fact that I already couldn't speak. Hot, steamy breath laughed in my ear. "Shut up." He shook my head a bit with the hand he had clamped on my lips. "Yell or try to talk, and I'll kill you."

He began grinding against me, and I could feel the obvious bulge in his pants. I wanted to scream. He nibbled at my ear lobe a bit and I had to summon every ounce of willpower in me in order to not begin to hit him. He moved my free hand up to his face, and the stubble on his jaw was scratchy against my palm.

After a while, the music shut off. "I'm bored." The man's grumbly voice said. He sent a kick to my knee and I fell, wincing in pain. He untied my left wrist only to tie them both behind my back again. I felt him bind my legs together again the very same way he had before.
I sensed his wet lips come in contact with my chest, just above where my breasts were. "You're so cute when you're afraid, Sammie." He whispered in my ear. His breath was hot against my neck.

A cold sensation tingled my cheek, followed by a sting of pain. He'd cut my face with his knife.

I heard heavy footsteps walk away from me before the closing of a door.

I began to whimper softly, burying my face in my knees.

Was I going to die?

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Here's to part three! Don't worry, Of Mice and Men will finally make their appearance very soon.

The song for this chapter is Whispers in the Dark by Skillet:

"No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear my whispers in the dark."

-Gracie