Project Stockholm

Chapter 2.

I looked down at my hands and wrists and bit the inside of my lip as I saw how red my wrists had gone from picking at them and I pushed my scarf over them so I wouldn't have to look at them and I looked back up as the bus shuddered around a corner and screeched to a halt. We were on an old winding country lane I saw out the window and just around this corner there was a little shack nestled in the hedges. Suddenly the door burst open from the shack and two armed men dressed head to toe in black and I could only see their eyes out of the balaclavas. My stomach started to sink as they boarded the bus with a box of material. The pale man oversaw them as one would grab a persons head and the other would point their gun at the persons head and then a thick material bag was placed over their head with a drawstring pulled so they couldn't take the bag off. This was done to everyone including myself. I didn't yelp as the gun was pointed at me as I didn't care at this point in my life if the trigger was pulled or not. We then continued on our way - I realised the bag was so we couldn't see where we were going in the off chance we tried to escape.

The bus soon again came to a stop and I could hear boots outside and then rough hands were pulling my shoulders up out of the bus seat. The grip was tight and the persons nails started digging into me. I did my best to grab the possessions around me but when we got off  the bus, I figured we were queued up as we would walk and stop, walk and stop, very slowly. Then everything I was holding was snatched from my hands and I was too taken aback to try stop them. I could hear a *beep beep* as what I'm assuming is a scanner goes off when it passes my pocket with my phone and that's taken too. I'm then shoved again to keep walking and then brought into a cold room. Goosebumps started pricking up on my skin and then my clothes were being ripped off my body. I screamed as hands roamed my body and I didn't know who was doing with the bag still on my body.

"Shut up screaming or I'll give you something to scream about'' the sinister voice of the pale man spoke up.

I gulped, hoping his innuendo wasn't supposed to be in the sentence. I held my body up straight and did my best to cover my chest and bottom with my hands and I prayed this would be over fast.

"No. No. Don't cover my pretty."

My stomach turned as my arms were pulled away from my body, my nakedness on show for everyone and anyone. His hands roamed my body again and he smacked my bum and I could hear him chuckle.

"I'll have fun with you....but not now. Now you must change into your new clothes and then go to with the rest of the hostages to be told about your new project."

I breathed a sigh of relief as clothes were put in my hands. They weren't soft by any stretch of the imagination but they were better than being naked. I could also feel my bra and panties being put back in my hands. Why was it necessary for them to come off when I would be getting them back? Fucking creep.

"The bag can come off now. Change fast and then knock on the door to come out."

I heard the door click shut and I squeezed my hands together and tried to calm down before I took the bag off. Once the drawstring was loosened, I slipped it off from over my head and started getting re-dressed. The clothes were ugly but warm. I tied my hair up, partly because it was annoying me being down and also because I would end up snapping the band against my wrists in panic again and my wrists still hadn't gotten less red from my picking and pinching. I knocked on the door once when I was finished and held my breath as it was swung open.