The Girl That Couldn't Get Away (Completed)

Chapter Two

When I had woken up and the realization that I was inside a trunk kicked in, my blood turned cold. The last few hours had rushed back to my groggy brain like a tidal wave, causing fear to run through my icy veins.

The car bounced each time the bare tires dipped in a hole on the unpaved road and my head relentlessly banged on the trunks walls. I figured we were descending down a dirt path, the lack of pavement being my only clue. My bound limbs flopped like dead weights and only burned when I attempted to remove the restraints. I tried to scream, even then knowing it would do no good, but my mouth was secured with a thick piece of duct tape, keeping my whines inaudible.

I used my tongue to moisten the sticky solution on the tape until I was able to remove half of the material from my lips. I screamed again, the ear-piercing wail echoing in the small containment of the trunk.

The car stopped then and my head slammed against the side of the wall as I heard the man shut his door. His harsh footsteps were heard outside the car as each step made the rocks crunch. The trunk opened unexpectedly and the bright light of the sun momentarily blinded my sight.

When my eyes adjusted, they narrowed on the harsh gaze of the man who raised his fist in attack. I shriveled back in the trunk as he smirked in triumph, grabbing the large roll of duct tape that was stationed at my feet, before he tore another strip and placed it over my mouth.

I felt the tears pooling in my eyes as he tossed the roll onto my feet before raising his arms, smiling at me devilishly as he slammed the trunk door. I had cried harder than I had ever in my fifteen years and for the first time ever, truly feared for my life.

My body refused sleep as the man continued to drive, no longer scrapping against the rocky road. The car drove smoothly on the pavement and I tried to calm my nerves as the time went by. We transitioned onto another dirt road were my courageous act demenished the further we went.

I squirmed when the car completely stopped and I heard his feet move against the ground, coming closer and closer to the trunk. I was revealed to the outside then, though my eyes found his face quickly since the many trees shaded the sun. He picked me up as though I didnt weigh 132 pounds and positioned me over his stocky shoulders. I fought against his grip and studied the floor while I was carried, tears slipping past my eyes.

We entered a wooden cabin, one that had to be abandoned by the looks, and continued into one of the rooms. Harshly, I was flipped onto a small flimsy matress, my head smacking against the wall. I watched as he bent on one knee, his had grasping a corner of the tape on my mouth before ripping from it from my skin. He had then cut my other restraints and I coward into a ball at the end of the bed.

He had forced me stand so he could show me around the small house, keeping a small metal pistol pointed at me throughout the whole exchange. After the tour, he pushed me back into the first room and instructed me to sit at the desk.

"Why-why are you doing this?" I whimpered, a quiet sob escaping past my words.

"Why not?" He shrugged, the evil glint to his eyes shining.

He turned around after his words and walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. The windows in the room had metal bars going vertically in front of the glass, but I was able to watch the man drive away in his car.

I started to open the drawers once I was sure he was gone, discovering a tiny notepad and a pen in one of the containments. I left them there, the objects being unneeded at the time, and layed my head on the desk, crying until I fell asleep.