I was alone in the middle of the street. Where had that man gone?
I wandered around the street, searching for him. As I wandered, I thought. He hadn't really looked our age, and I had never seen him in school. It was odd how I was drawn to him. My head cleared, and I realized that this guy could be a criminal.
The second I stepped into the shadows of the sidewalk to go home, I was grabbed. I started I scream, but large hands clamped over my mouth. My attacker dragged me farther into the shadows, and I was stuffed into a truck in an alley. We started driving. There was another man in the back who force fed me water, and after drinking in I realized it contained drugs. They pulled me under.
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I woke up in a run down motel room with a man standing over me. My clothes were nowhere to be found. I soon realized what had happened, and I gasped in surprise.
"Help!" I screamed but the windows were shut tight.
"Oh, poor, poor, Elle," the man said sarcastically. "Never going to escape me."
He shoved me in the truck again, with my arms bound together, and we started driving again.
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When I looked out the window a couple days later, I saw that we were in the desert. This was a long way from chilly Toronto. We finally stopped at a secluded building about 8 miles away from the nearest house. We got out, and for a second he let go of me. I ran as fast as a could away from the house, into the desert. I thought I was fast, but he was faster. He quickly caught up to me and roughly grabbed me. He smacked me on the back of my head and warned me never to do it again. I was dragged back to the house, kicking and screaming.
I was brought to the basement. He left me there, and locked the door behind me. In the main room, there was an old kitchen with two counters, a stove, and a sink filled with bugs. There was nowhere to sit but on the cold concrete floor. In the next room, there was a disgusting rundown bathroom, and in the third, there was a cheap mattress on the ground with a stained pillow. I cringed, and decided to sit down on the mattress.
I cried my heart out, and that was the end of the first day.
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Mistakes - ON HOLD
Teen FictionElle Walker was your normal girl. She got average grades, had no talents or skills, and wasn't in any clubs or on any teams. But one night, everything changed. She was kidnapped, all because of one mistake that seemed tiny at the time.
