Captured

Chapter 3

This creep just kept me locked up in this room. Who does he think he is? As if he thought I won't try to find a way out.

I look around the room. Chair, desk, bed and door to the bathroom. There are no windows. It seems that it's been hammered up with planks. No light is coming through this room from the outside. But there is light somewhere.

Hanging from the ivory coloured ceiling lays a single light bulb illuminating the entire room. It's a small room with a single bed. It looks like someone used to stay here before. There's crayons marks on the walls. Blues, yellows and reds. Just scribbles, no pictures.

This situation seems unreal to me. Just a few hours ago I was laying beside a man I've never met before. He was laying next to me, staring at me in my eyes. As though he was inlove with me.

I took note of his appearance. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants. He was about 6'2ft with short black hair. His eyes were a soft amber shade. Despite these scary circumstances, he does not look harmful. He looks sort of sad. But a sick fuck that's for sure. He probably has some pleasure in kidnapping women.

I start to pace up and down the room. I need to think and figure out a way to escape. Starting at the beginning seems like a good idea although I don't remember how I got here in the first place. All I can recall is going to my friend Taylor's birthday party.

'Hey Jess, ever tried beer before?'

'Yeah I have.' I lie. Taylor is really popular and basically runs the school. She's head cheerleader with a body girls would die for. She rocks crop tops with a snatched waist and shiny belly ring. Taylor is Taylor.

She's been my friend ever since grade 11. Somehow we ended up as friends once I started helping her out in Maths class. She would ask to be tutored since I was really great at it. Of course I said yes. Taylor started coming over to my house more regularly and soon we were hanging out together. 

She wanted to be my friend. I tried to wear the things she did. Bikinis and clothes that could barely fit me. Smaller the better she would say. I started eating ice cream and drink Starbucks. And now she wants me to drink this.

'Well, I dare you to finish this beer in 1 minute.' Her eyebrow cocked as she held a bottle of beer. That chocolate colour looked like warm honey against the disco lights.

I grabbed the beer like I do this every weekend. I popped the lid off and began to drink. There was a great urge to cough once I felt the burning liquid flow down my throat. It was cold, it tasted sour and bitter all at the same time. I chugged it down. Taylor's voice was in the background cheering me on. 1 minute passed and I completed the entire bottle.

I looked around the room. More people seemed to join in and I barely could register their faces. They must all be Taylor's friends. My stomach starts turning. I don't feel well.

'Yayyy go Jess! Everyone shout Jessica! Jessica! Jessica!' goes Taylor. She's smiling ear to ear, completely satisfied with what she's seeing.

My head was going dizzy. Everyone looked like a blur to me. I started to walk towards a nearby table to put the beer down but I couldn't feel my legs. I'm definitely wobbling.

'Tay, uhm.' I tried to reach out to Taylor. My hands searching for her but her face was barely visible to me. But Taylor was cheering louder and louder and clapping.

'Move! She's not okay!' I heard a man's voice shout. I'm not sure who that was but he sounded in control. I'm on the floor now and can barely recognize anything around me. A face now enters my sight. Hazy, but it's a face. Amber eyes, black hair. 'Jess.' He says. Tapping my cheek gently trying to help me focus but it's no help. My eyes are blurry now. Then complete darkness.

That was the last thing I remembered.