Taken

we meet again.

I felt my head pounding, my throat drying, and my body aching. I opened my eyes a bit, expecting everything to be a dream. The sunlight was nonexistent, it was still dark. The moonlight shined through the small cracks of the blinds. Where was I? there was something covering my mouth which somehow made it harder to breathe.

I couldn't stand, I could only squirm. My hands were tied behind my back, which explains why I felt weird. My legs were also tied, and I felt like helpless deer who was captured for a grand prize. I couldn't handle my headache but how was I supposed to get out of this? "My father's so going to kill me now," I thought to myself. Why did I have to leave home?

I wanted to yell for help but I knew it would've been useless. I knew better, being kidnapped from time to
time really does teach you a thing or two. I wonder who they could be this time. I was stupid enough to leave my house because I was a coward. I could've easily avoided all this if I faced the consequences presented to me but I did not. I knew, I should have stayed home.

All I could do now is hope my father will rescue me or will I be able to get out of this myself. Could I be capable? I shouldn't be too confident in myself with things like these. The last time this happened, I was trapped for about a year almost because of my incompetency... as my mother would put it. I sighed, I wonder if my father is worried about me or if will he leave me to rot here until I die. What will happen to me once they realize who he is? Will I ever go back?

I wallowed in my thoughts not noticing the man right in front of me, I blinked several times, he was at my level. He didn't seem so old, probably late 20s- early 30s. He seemed happy but in a creepy way. The others behind him seemed young but I couldn't pinpoint it, they still had baby faces. But they did look awfully familiar. "Well, well, look who we have here," he said, putting a hand on my head, he patted it before continuing, "guess who we took home today boys," he said in a cheerful tone, so they do know? Yet they have me tied up like a wild animal, instead of being frightened like I was a moment ago, I was angry, "Casillas made it easy to take his daughter, this time around," he finished off taking a strand of my hair, the pull of my hair annoyed me. I looked at him with a glare, what did he mean this time around? I couldn't speak because of the tape on my mouth. My look, said a million things, he laughed taking the tape off. It hurt but I didn't dare show an ounce of any other emotion, "well, you seem like a delight," his breath hit my nostrils.

"you honestly need a breath mint," I said, why on earth did I end up speaking my mind? I'm going to end up dead. He laughed, "you're something, not even scared we took you?"

"Well, my father will destroy you so what's there to worry about?" I continued, looking weak and scared will get me nowhere so I might as well bring on a new persona. If they hurt me then they would think my father will torture them, they don't need to know why I was all alone. "I'd like to see him try, but you... you're my money maker," he said grabbing both my cheeks and giving me a big tongueless kiss. I felt grossed out, does this old man not know I'm a minor? I pushed back, there is now way he will take advantage of me, not this way, "fuck out here creep," I yelled out. I fell to the side, my cheek felt hot. I was slapped hard enough that I lost my balance. I still didn't shed a tear, my arms stung, my cheek hurts, I'm stuck with creeps, what else could go wrong? "Disrespect me again, you'll regret it," His tone of voice shifted, I laughed.

"She's crazy," one of them said, the creep walked away. I could tell I got under his skin, he hated how unafraid I was, I could tell. I might be a disgrace to my father but to strangers no one needs to know that. Outside, I am his carbon copy and nothing else.

"Boys, make sure to treat our guest of honor well," He said and left. I was stuck here with the two younger men here. I felt weirded out, trapped, and most of all, being tied up makes me feel vulnerable. But will I show it? No, I continued to laugh, "better treat me well before I tell my dad how you bitch slapped his only daughter!" I yelled out before I was once again hit by his friend, another one, great. The pain felt unbearable but I kept on laughing through the pain. They will only think I'm crazy and not weak. They will not take me as a joke.

But in the inside, I knew I was crying. My body ached, my arms hurt, but emotionally I was fine. What else can happen to me? I can die and that's that. At least emotionally I'll be fine right? My feelings felt jumbled, what am I even saying?

Still though, how can I get out of this? What will become of me? I need to stop feeling so helpless, I'm trying to act badasses here but all I can do is be miserable. How can I call myself my father's daughter?  "Hey, we're talking to you," whatever his name called out to me snapping his fingers at me, "what is it?" I said annoyed, "you good? You spaced out for a while there," he asked, I rolled my eyes, his partner didn't look too amused. "Just fine, I'm being held here like a wild animal, my dream come true," I said spitefully and sarcastically.

He looked away, shrugging but his buddy didn't seem too amused. "You're lucky that you're not just a random girl, because disrespect should be physically punished," buddy called me out, I shrugged, "well you did it once, what's holding you back big boy?" I said, smiling at my statement. I need to tone it down, this is dangerous. "Guess you're right, nothing's holding me back," he said before the tape was slapped back on my mouth. That's three slaps, are they aiming for ten? Because I'll make sure they suffer ten times more once I'm free. I tried moving in my own but it was difficult. They were smart enough to keep me tied.

They were still in the room, wonder why? Are they my guards? What a joke, taking their looks into consideration boy one seemed younger maybe my age and boy two just looked like a man baby. Guess I can take advantage of one, would it be that difficult too? Having the younger one... would be more effective? It's easier to take advantage of them but then again, older men have a desire for younger girls... especially the 'pure' ones. I felt disgusted with myself for even thinking this way, but at this point anything to keep me safe should be a priority.  

"Casillas made it easier to take his daughter, this time around," what did he even mean about this? Was he my first kidnapper?

All this is hurting my poor head, I have to find out where they took me, because god only knows where they took me.

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