Pitch black, that's all I can see, nothing else and no one else. Where am I and why am I hear? Are the first things that pop in my head. I try to get up and realize my arms and legs are tied together. My anxiety started to kick in, as I rubbed my wrists against the rope. I was in a tight space and heard something, distinct in the back round. I scoot my body against the wall and realized it was the radio, I was in a car trunk. Some started to walk towards the car. My body fell limp " let this person think your still passed out." That's was my first instinct. They got in the front seat, and as best I could, I moved my hands around to see if there was anything to help me untie the ropes. My finger slid across something sharp, a slight pain flowed through my hand. Without a thought I took the rope holding my hands together and rubbed back and forth on this sharp object.
My arms started to get tiered as I still rubbed the rope around my wrists. It had almost been an hour and I probably didn't even make a dent in the rope. I gave up trying to get free, I leaned my head down on the floor and tried to think of something to get me free. Like a plan. I realized my legs and my arms where facing the same way, so if I bent backwards far enough then I reach my feet and untie them. My finger tips just made to the rope holding my feet together. I don't have long finger nails because I bite them so it's really hard for me to untie rope. I felt the knot holding it together.Even though it took me a while to untie it,I got it! I also had another idea for my hands, if I can make one hand small enough I can slip the other out of the rope. My idea didn't work so I had to think of a new one to help me. I yanked as hard as I could but that didn't help. Then I realized I had a pocket knife in my bra. I got my legs to go through my tied arms. I got the pocket knife out of my bra, and managed to open it. It's not that easy to try and untie your wrists with a pocket knife. I sawed through it enough so there was only a thread left. I yanked my hands apart and I was FREE!
The car stopped and I was ready to jump out of the trunk and make a run for it. I heard one car door open... and I heard another. They both closed at the same time, I couldn't get past two people. I had to think but it was to late. Light peaked through the trunk as it was opened. I had to try. My hands covered the sun, as I made a run for it.I didn't have shoes on so the rocky ground hurt my feet, but before I new it I was in some strangers grasp.My heart stopped as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Help, Please Someone!
The man put his hand over his mouth, and dragged me inside by my armpits. My heels were scraping against the ground. I didn't know where we were, but it looked like the middle of no were. He dragged me up the steps and through the door. Throwing me on the floor he started to yell.
" You really thought that would work, What the hell is wrong with you!? I wouldn't let you go that easy!"
"please just let me go I won't tell the police."
"You think I haven't heard that before!"
His foot flew at me and hit me right in the gut. My eyes started to water as another hit headed my way. That time it was on my pelvis, I knew if I got up something worse would happen so I stayed on the floor. A few minutes later I was in a room with no lights what so ever, and the bad thing is one of my biggest fears are the dark.
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The Girl that went missing
Mystery / ThrillerStacy is 17 and has a job at Walmart, when she was walking home by herself one night she was taken somewhere not known. With a person unknown. She had been gone for three months.Stacy didn't know that though because she was unconscious the whole tim...