1 mile completed only 2 more to go I check the time to see that it's 11:23. I take another lap around my normal running route, I get about half way when I see a man standing next to a car with smoke coming out the front. He quickly waves me down, I jog over to him.
"Sorry to bother you miss but I was wondering if I could use your phone?" He has a deep British accent.
I quickly hand him my phone. "Yea of course. You're not from here I suppose?"
"No I was just visiting my... um aunt Carol. Do you think you can go around to my trunk and hand me the duct tape love."
I walk around to the back to see at least 20 different colors of duct tape, not really sure why he has all this tape back here. "Is there a certain color you would like me to gr-." Something struck me in the back of my head. The last thing I remembered was the ringing in my ears and becoming unconscious.
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I wake up with my vision blurred at first but then it started to focus. My eyes don't lie, all I'm seeing is black and one faint light. I try to move my body to get up but I can't, I try to scream but I realize that my mouth is taped shut. I try to kick and scream but I'm having zero success. I'm in a trunk. Taped up. I go into complete panic mood trying everything I can think of to get out, get my hands free.
Out of nowhere I feel the car slam on the brakes and a car door shut. Trying to prepare myself for the worst I think of anyway I could protect myself from... I think the British guy I was helping. My hands are tied behind my back so I basically stuck out. The trunk opens and its night time already. How long was I out?
"Hello love, nice to see that you're awake and well." He smiles. I 'kick' and 'scream' which didn't turn out like I planned. I'm almost positive I look like a fish out of water. "Okay listen here closely. I'm going to pull the tape off your mouth which might hurt a little, but I would very much so appreciate it if you could not try to scream because first off no one would hear you because the next living person isn't for at least 55 miles out and second I would just have to tape your mouth again which I don't believe you like. So here I go, don't scream."
He gently removes the tape off of my mouth pulling it slowly. "Hey nice job you listened now I'm going to put this blindfold on you until we reach where I'm going to be keeping you, okay love?" I nod my head to scared to speak.
It's black again. I feel him untape my legs and lift me out of the trunk bridal style. He sets me on my feet and I instantly get a pounding sensation in my head. I quietly groan.
We walk up a couple steps to what I presume the front door. Walk some more feet to I think an elevator? Yes an elevator. I feel the ground shift as we go down? After a moment he leads me out and the air is thick and moist. He takes the blind fold off and we are in a basement.
"W-w-why are you doing th-this?" I ask scared and nervous to speak. He doesn't answer he just bits his lip and keeps walking. He leads me to a door, a big metal door with a window and I think a slot to slide food in.
"This will be your room until I can trust you. Go inside. You have your toilet, nice full size bed, a shower, and a sink. Don't take advantage of what you have or you'll regret it." He tells me harshly.
I sit on the bed and just cry. I don't care if he sees me cry I'm just so scared I don't even know what to do.
"Lights out at 9:30 which is in 2 minutes. Do you understand love?" He questions.
I nod my head to afraid to speak.
"Words! Use them!" He yells.
"Ye-yes I understand."
"Good girl I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast. Goodnight love." And with that he left me to sulk in my tears. I have no clue where I am for what I know hours away. I stare at the walls until I hear a loud click and the lights turning off following it. I quickly get under the covers to think of how all this could've been avoided.
A/n: yea yea okay Ik the first chapter probably sucked but it's gonna get better and while I have your attention go check out my other story focus :) sorry there's probably typos bc its currently 3:38 in the morning and I'm tired so night yall. Till next time
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Stockholm Syndrome (Harry Styles)
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