Abducted

Abducted: Prologue

Prologue:

My name is Mia Tuscano. I have long,wavy brown hair. I'm about five foot two, and I love to party and let loose, maybe that's how I ended up here. I don't exactly know how I ended up here, but what I do know is that I've been here for as long as I can remember. It seems as if every second I am residing here my memories fade piece by piece. Everyday, strange men walk in to the room where I'm being held and "have their way with me". Everyday I pray to God that I'll escape from this hell hole. I see how drugged up some of the other girls are, sometimes when my door is open I'll see the strangers carrying what looks like a corpse of a girl who was given a little to much "sedatives". I'm handcuffed to an old, squeaky, out of shape bed. Believe me I've tried to escape many times, every attempt failed. I never make it passed the door. There is one stranger in particular that catches my attention. Whenever he has an "appointment" we never do anything sexual, normally he just strokes my hair or attempts to cuddle with me, I refuse to. I guess it's nice to have someone who doesn't just see you as a sex object. Maybe I should be thankful he fills in that time spacing because I know for a fact someone else would. Everyday I'm given a couple doses of something, I don't know exactly what, all I know is that when it steps foot into my blood stream I'm immediately calm and numb. Numb is all I've felt since I've been here. Sometimes when I have time to myself which is often, thank God, I think of my old life, my loved ones. Oh, how I'd give anything to be with them once again. If I'm desperate enough I picture what my life would be like currently if I wasn't abducted. So far I'd be graduating college, I'd have a loving boyfriend, and weekly family dinners. I think about my family a lot, I think of what their reaction was when I didn't come home. It crushes me, it really does, but for now their the only thing keeping me going. I need to, no, I will get through this for them.