Hey, my name is Mary and I live in a crappy town, it's filled with alcoholics and drug abusers but with 17 years in here, I have grown to feel somewhat comfortable here.
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"Ring ring" the sound of my annoying ass alarm clock went, I groaned and reached my arm out and smacked the snooze button. You would think that I would have my alarm on my iPhone but no, I live more 15th century style. I got up and started doing my morning routine which consisted of brushing my teeth, washing my face, brushing my hair, etc. I didn't care about my appearance, I just wore anything that'll cover up my bare body. after looking through my closet for one second, I pulled out jeans and a sweater. If I wear a sweater I won't wear anything under that but a bra. I threw on my clothes and then started looking through my shoe rack. I found my black and white converse and put them on. After I got all ready I marched on downstairs to where the aroma of blueberry pancakes hit me, my parents were cooking and my two annoying brothers were literally vacuuming their plates. I told my mom that if I ate breakfast I would be late to the bus, she begged me to eat but with that I slammed the front door and started walking out of the driveway. It was December so obviously it was gonna be cold, I started petting my arms hoping that doing that technique would warm my arms up. I walked through a shortcut because I was already gonna be late to my bus. The shortcut was an alleyway which held drunk people and high people smoking weed. I thought about how unfair it was that I have to take the bus, but my parents drop off my brothers at their school on their way to work. My brothers are both 10 so they go to an elementary school as I go to a high school. I started pacing through this long alleyway trying to pick up speed because at this point the homeless people were all talking about my "rocking body" and my "big ass" that they would fuck. When I started to pick up speed this man cut me off. He looked 50 with a scruffy long beard and a dirty face. I tried to make my way around him but when I went left or right, he did the same. I gave up and told him that I was going to be late to my bus but he replied with a dirty yellow smirk. He grabbed my wrist violently and he came up to my ear and whispered, "Don't scream or I'll blow your brains out right now." I took a big gulp and looked at his dirty coat which he was now playing with a gun in his pocket. I was breathing hard and with each breath you could see the air because of how cold it was. The man took me to a turn in the alleyway which was now a dark small place. He pushed me to the ground and aimed the gun at me. I was pushing my back against the wall, frightened as all hell. He stood me up and pushed me to be bending over a old, rusty, abandoned desk. I started crying and then he put his dirty hand over my mouth as he took off my jeans and pulled off his own pants and boxers. He was about to enter me until I bit his hand and started racing home. Of course, that was a mistake because I had visible underwear on and all these drunk, homeless people stood up and blocked my path. I started sobbing hysterically as I looked back and the man whom I bit the hand of started to walk towards me on the opposite side. Two men punched me and like that I was now knocked out.
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I woke up very nauseous and dizzy. I was in a tiny room with a metal door and I was in my underwear and bra. It took me a moment to get over my dizziness, but when I did get over it I ran and started wiggling the doorknob. But it was no use, it wouldn't open but I didn't give up there. After five minutes of banging on the door and trying to open the door, I gave up and looked behind me where there was a dirty mattress on the floor and nothing else in this room. I was in a prison-like room and I then knew that I indeed was kidnapped.
